Things didn’t go exactly as I had hoped today. First of all, I didn’t get my key. Not that I had really expected to get it already. Just hoped, a little. But I managed to drop off the form with my name for the name tag on the door. And at noon on Wednesday I can pick up my key and finally step inside my delux appartment in the sky. Or bottom/first floor at least.

I have agreed with my dad that we’ll get his friend Oluf to help us move on Thursday. So on Wednesday I’ll just syne the thing and start planning what to do. And then Thursday we move. That’s also the day that my internet should kick in so I’ll try and get that set up. If it all goes well then I might move in officially on Thursday and spend the first night there. That’s how it’s looking at the moment.

There’s no phone there. I have decided not to get a.. normal phone line. Whaddaya call that? A normal subscription line thingiemajig. I’m just going to have a cell phone. Since I’m going to virtually never make calls or receive calls. There’s really no point in paying a monthly subscription then. Instead I went to Bilka today and bought a subscription-free cell phone and a starter-pack with calling time. Meaning I only pay for the calls I make and there are no fees or subscriptions. Nice and cheap.

Unfortunately there were some problems with the cell phone. There was no battery included. There should have been, at least I figured so. Either that or the sales clerk should have said “you might want to get a battery too”. In any case I’d have to go back and either get the missing battery or buy a battery. Luckily my dad was willing to go. As I have mentioned he is always happy to help and run errands and so on. I was quite thankful for that since I was very tired and my head hurting. I have been tired a lot lately, have I mentioned that? Very tired. Anyway. My dad went and got the battery. It was supposed to have been included. Now I figured all would be fine and dandy. Unfortunately there was another problem. The ‘5’ key was very sluggish. I had to really press hard for it to register. And the phone wouldn’t accept the SIM lock PUK1 code thing I had to input. Turns out that when I pressed the 5 key down hard it would eventually register either a 4 or a 6. I couldn’t see that at first because when you input the code it doesn’t show the numbers, it just shows a * for every digit you input. So I tried entering that damn code time and time again but it wouldn’t accept it and I wasn’t sure why. When it finally did accept the code then I tried typing in a phone number on the cell and now I could see what numbers I were actually typing and I could see that most of the times I pressed 5 it came up as 4 or 6. God, am I the worst person at explaining things in the world or what? You probably haven’t a clue what I’m talking about hah. The point is that I’ll have to go back to the shop tomorrow and get the phone exchanged. Again. Nothing is ever easy, eh? I am dreading all the many things that can possibly go wrong with the move… I’m sure it won’t go smoothly. Murphy’s law. Paragraph 6, pont 4: Everything that can go wrong does go wrong. FOR PLUME.

No, no. I’m sure it’ll all be fine. And it is all so very close now, so very very close. So close I can taste it.

I can also taste the incredibly yummy liquorice ice cream sticks. Blimey they are tasty.

Finally, let’s check in with the goats.

Yup, everything seems to be in order!

Sunday is almost over. Next week is almost here. And what a week it will be. What a week.

I hope it will all go well. Exciting and scared, those two words still apply.

Tomorrow I’ll head on over to the housinge organization headquarters. Give them the filled out nametag form. And ask when I can pick up the key. I don’t supposed I could be so lucky that they’d give me the key a day or two early? I mean the other guy must have moved out by now, so why not let me start moving in… yes, I think they should definitely give me the key tomorrow. Definitely. I’m gonna set my hopes up for that, yup.

The first thing to do before moving my stuff in is to do a “syn”. I’m not sure what that’s called in English. When you go over the place and check for problems. Cracks in the woodworks and all that. I have to fill in a form with any problems I might find. And then at a later date they have to come inspect it. Hmm, syn = inspection? Maybe. Anyway, that’s all standard procedure. And not very interesting. I don’t know why I’m writing about that. Stop writing about that, Plume. Stoppit!

Once I have synet the place I can start moving my stuff. My dad’s friend Oluf will help us out with his car. The most important thing is to get the bed in there. And then my computer. Bed, computer, TV, internet connection. What else do I possibly need?

Lots of stuff in boxes. But I’m not sure how much of it I really need. I get a storage room in the basement of the appartment block and I’ll probably put some of my old stuff down there. I have been packing so many boxes that my mother jokingly said “You only have ONE room in your appartment, right?”. Haha. Yes. Most of the boxes are pretty small though. But lots of stuff I don’t want to throw out but that I might not exactly need on a daily basis either. So the storage room is handy for that.

Once everything is set up and unpacked and I’m settling in then I’ll start looking for a cat. I must have a cat, most assuredly.

Just a couple of days now really. I hope I am ready. I hope I have everything in check. I hope I can do it. I think I can, I think I can.