moving. the word almost taste lake ashes when you are in the middle of things. Yesterday and all weekend I packed. I packed. I packed. It never stops.
Martin still lives in Grythyttan so for him it is no stress. I have to pack everything in two weeks since then is when we are moving all of our stuff to Stockholm.
I started out good. Me alone in the bedroom. Then Martin tagged along and found my old Katarina hat..
And it continued.
Oscar had some difficulties last weekend when someone broke into our storage rooms. They took half off his clothes, nothing from us..
I found a Kama Sutra book and we laughed a little at least.
I took a selfie in my lamp.
I enjoyed looking at our kitchen one last time..
Oscar started to rinse chantarells. Autumn already?
Martin found my fake furry thing.
Oscar continued to rinse.
Martin played videogames.
Well, that was bascally my Sunday trying to pack in company of Oscar and a two year old child (boyfriend).
Katarina
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