so here it is, the story of my move. after the last, quite intense, meltdown i had 13 hours to go until the apartment had to be handed over. after 4 hours of sleep i got up again, showered, and then tackled my apartment for one final day.

the handover was supposed to start at 1pm and i actually was all done by noon. WHAT???? yes, people, you read that right. i had an hour to spare! so i walked to the bakery around the corner, treated myself to a muffin (for breakfast/lunch) and nice and cold apple juice.

i ate that leaning against my kitchen door and i actually fell asleep over it. the doorbell woke me up. it was 12:30 pm and guess who was at the door? the building manager! he actually wanted to start the handover half an hour early. oh shit. i had a lawyer booked through the renters association to assist me with the handover (you know, having a witness and all) but he was scheduled for 1 pm….so i tried to keep the building manager occupied by asking him stupid questions and trying to small talk.

but once it was 1 pm and the lawyer still wasn’t there i couldn’t hold up the process any longer. a few minutes later my phone rang and it was the lawyer saying that he is in front of the building but my name is not on the door bell panel.

well, turns out that my name was already taken off the panel and therefore, the lawyer did not know where to ring. it took him a while to get my phone number, hence the delay.

well, to make a long story short, the handover went well. all the cleaning and scrubbing was worth it.

i then hauled my luggage (oh the luggage) to the train station and took the train home to my mom’s. needless to say that with the heat i was sweating like crazy and smelling like a skunk. in fact, i was sweating so much my hair was all curly.

when i was finally home 3 hours later i was exhausted, tired, hungry, sore, and everything in between. my mom had dinner ready and thankfully did not engage me too much in conversation. i would not have been up for it.

of the first 24 hours at home i slept 18 and spent the others eating. oh and i was SO SORE waking up saturday morning. everything in my body hurt, from my fingers to my toes.

thankfully, during the day that subsided and i actually had the strength to unpack a little and mentally turn towards the new phase in my life. i can tell that my body still needs to recover, that i need time to get back to being myself. this past week was the most stressful i had in a while.

right now, i still feel a little in-between, neither here nor there, but i definitely know that 21 days from now i will get off an airplane and start up a brand new chapter in my life. looking forward to it!

franzi