A Grueling and Fun Couple of Days
It’s just about 59 hours since I stepped out of my old flat for the last time. Since then me and Marie have flown from Iceland to Sweden, spent a fabulous night with friends of Marie’s in their cottage outside Stockholm and gone to a double birthday party in a village outside Falun in Dalarna. Falun is my new home now but I’ve yet to spend a night here since arriving in Sweden.
Me and Marie only managed a brief stop in her flat - my new home - yesterday, for dropping off suitcases, a shower each and a snack, before heading out to the birthday party. We ended up staying overnight so it was only this afternoon that I managed to empty my suitcases. I’m about as settled as I’ll get until the rest of my stuff arrives and I’m sitting in the living room, blogging, while Marie’s three sons lounge about watching the TV and playing video games.
Maybe it all feels so normal because I’m exhausted. I’m incredibly happy for how smoothly the move, and all the preparations for it, went but also for it to be over. Marie had gotten some special ales from Systembolaget, before flying out to Iceland, and I look forward to relaxing with a Sierra Nevada Bigfoot.
Tomorrow there’s paperwork to be done, I will need to get a Swedish phone number and do various other things that I can’t remember right now. But tonight it’s just relaxation. And perhaps I’ll try to sort through the few hundred photographs I’ve taken in the last couple of weeks. But only if I feel like it.
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