As most things right now are set in motion for a smooth move to Viking country, I seem to look at the world I live in with new eyes. Plus, I keep mentally crossing off all the things I have to do with 'next time this will be in Norway'.
Yesterday I had another late shift: starting at a decent hour in the afternoon, but finishing past 2 in the morning (wintertime not included). And it dawned on me: it would be the very last time I had to take those people into or from work. Their season is ending and the next time will be around Easter again. By which time I will be in Norway.
Today I will have to do a football run. Picking up passengers around town and then take them to their local stadium where a football match will be held. I was hoping of course it would be the last time, but alas: next Wednesday they have another match and that means I will have to do it again. Of course all those weird and wonderful (ahem) working hours do mean extra money, so I am not complaining too hard!
In the mean time it is quite weird to see my home slowly change into a house with boxes and packages. My wardrobe is mostly empty now, my bookcase completely gone and all the books packed, the shelves in my office/messy room are partly empty and I don't even really know what the remainder is! Next weekend I will be starting on the kitchen and living room, packing away everything I don't need on a day to day basis.
The last time I moved, with the help of my parents, a neighbour to my parents, a good friend and yours truly (my sister is usually absent when I move), I was very ill prepared. My Dad nearly had a fit when he arrived in the morning and saw what needed to be done/packed! He didn't know that I had asked said neighbour to lend a hand, but he was still quite dismayed. Don't worry Dad: this time will be different!!