I have, more or less, relocated to Old Dragon now. I think the only way either of us can stand the current arrangement is with the knowledge that it’s temporary. I’m getting my own place as soon as possible. The plan regarding that, however, is changing. I figured, that with the situation being what it is, of me having absolutely no knowledge of where I’ll be in six months, I probably shouldn’t get a too permanent of a place.
So I’ll be storing most of my stuff that’s not staying in my old place in a storage, getting a smaller place for myself for the time being, and reconsidering everything come January. Who knows, what will happen. In all honesty? I’m ready to leave the country. I miss Paris, I miss the States, I miss finding myself in a new place, trying to set up a new routine. I miss Rome and Prague. I miss the feeling of walking into a new city, an empty apartment and thinking “this is my new home. This is where I’m building my life now. Wonder what’ll happen?”
Until I come up with a temporary place, I’m stuck at Old Dragon’s, though. This should get interesting…
As for the move, well… It’s still in the works. Most of my things, the ones I need, are here now. Thanks to the generous help of BF and Perfect Morning-After Voice. Latter of which volunteered to pack my lingerie, by the way. I declined the kind offer and asked him to move the book boxes to his car instead. He wasn’t a happy camper.
After getting my books in boxes, and packing a lot of clothes, we were finally ready to move. I still need to go back next weekend, and pack the rest of the things, but those are secondary in importance. There’s some winter coats and linens and stuff, you see. I won’t be needing them right away. I hope. With the Finnish summer, you never know…
Anyhow… I’ve moved. I’m back in Helsinki. I love it. Better stores, more action, close to my dear friend E. We have a list of things to do as long as my arm already.
Most importantly, I’m now closer to the airport. Can you tell I’m so ready to leave the country? Only 6 months to go. Oh, 6 months and a graduation party.
