One week! One little week then I will be living all on my own. What a strange, wonderful, scary thought. I can’t believe there’s only one week to go. Only one week. One. One week. If I wanted to count the weeks then I wouldn’t even have to use my fingers because there is only one to count.

I wonder if I will be able to sleep the first night. I bet it will be scary. Like spending the night in a haunted house. I wouldn’t mind if my appartment was haunted. As long as it was a good and friendly ghost. I wonder if I could get a rent reduction on the grounds of the place being haunted? Or maybe I’ll get the ghost to pay half the rent, that might be easier.

You know, there’s a playground somewhere close to my new appartment. As fas as I know. I wonder what kind of animals they have there? I shall have to go see, maybe I can make some new goat friends! That’d be lovely. Although I’d probably feel a little guilty when I went back to the goatsome threesome. “Have you been seeing other goats?” Mads would ask and I’d say “no no, of course not Mads” and he’d look at me funny and then start chewing on my sleeve and everything would be okay.

I’m quite tired, and in one week I’ll be moving!

Rain. Rain rain rain. It has rained all day long.

And it struck me that I will never get to lie in my bed and listen to the rain hitting the roof again. I will be living in an appartment block. At the bottom. The rain will hit the roof far above me. That’s a bit of a sad thought.

But it’s not the end of the world. I will still be able to hear the rain falling outside. Just not on the roof. Unless I climb up on the roof. I wonder if that is possible. Probably not.

Got another letter from my ISP. My connection should be up and running on August 2nd. The day after I move in. So that would be awesome. Let’s hope nothing goes wrong there.

Filled out some forms today. Reporting the address change to the relevant authorities. My house number is still 50, that is funny. From Ryhaven 50 to Xvej 50. Ground floor, center appartment. Or should that be first floor? I forget how it is in America and England. The bottom floor. Isn’t 1st floor actually the second in America? Then what is the bottom floor called? Hmm.

Okay, according to wiki: But in North American usage (except in Qu�bec), the floor at the ground level is usually, but not always, the first floor and the floor above is the second floor

So that means that by American definition I do live on the first floor.

Right?

That makes a lot more sense to me than the way we do it with “first floor” actually being the second.

Terribly interesting all, isn’t it?

I haven’t done much today. Been feeling a bit sickly. Slept a lot. Too much probably. I wouldn’t be surprised if I can’t sleep tonight. But oh well. It was nice to lie in bed and listen to the rain and doze off. Wake up and listen to the rain and doze off again. And I did manage to see the goats, before I started feeling off. They were inside, of course. You wouldn’t catch them outside in weather like this! I probably interrupted them in making plans to emigrate to Hawaii or something. I don’t think Danish summer was made for goats.

For Plumes it is just fine, though.

Just fine.

In one and a half hour I enter the last week of living at home. I am counting the seconds.