Nordlys
2017-09-11 22:32:56
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A big moment. A good week late, the moving truck was in front of the door this morning at 7:20. Every day before that, we sorted, packed, threw away, prepared ourselves. A little bit every day. A week late because the kitchen wasn’t finished yet.
There’s a ring at the door. Five guys, young, very strong, very eager, throw themselves at the boxes and furniture. Everything disappears quickly into a big MAN truck, and is already unloaded at the new house from 11:00 onwards. We are moving within the city, so there isn’t much driving time. At 14:00 the five are done. Everything intact, everything in place. Signature, 50,- tip, everyone gets a bottle of vodka. And then we are alone. The unpacking hustle begins. We won’t be finished. Tomorrow is another day. Everything so different. Our furniture partly doesn’t fit so well into the new rooms, but for now it has to work. I connect the TV and Yamaha. That way we at least have some music and pictures tonight. Around seven we sit in the evening sun. She hugs me...radiates, arrived, me too. House finished, home finished. It’s done. Our first real house, not a townhouse like before, not a big apartment as interim, but a house with a terrace, to walk around, yes, we are now bourgeois, building society savers, homeowners, garden center brochure viewers. And that’s a good thing....Karsten
There’s a ring at the door. Five guys, young, very strong, very eager, throw themselves at the boxes and furniture. Everything disappears quickly into a big MAN truck, and is already unloaded at the new house from 11:00 onwards. We are moving within the city, so there isn’t much driving time. At 14:00 the five are done. Everything intact, everything in place. Signature, 50,- tip, everyone gets a bottle of vodka. And then we are alone. The unpacking hustle begins. We won’t be finished. Tomorrow is another day. Everything so different. Our furniture partly doesn’t fit so well into the new rooms, but for now it has to work. I connect the TV and Yamaha. That way we at least have some music and pictures tonight. Around seven we sit in the evening sun. She hugs me...radiates, arrived, me too. House finished, home finished. It’s done. Our first real house, not a townhouse like before, not a big apartment as interim, but a house with a terrace, to walk around, yes, we are now bourgeois, building society savers, homeowners, garden center brochure viewers. And that’s a good thing....Karsten