Wow, it has been busy!
Between travel agents and computer technicians and vets and Easter… feels like I haven’t had a moment’s breath! However, I can happily say that our flights are now all booked in. To our family and friends, this is old news as we’ve been a bit slow getting it onto the blog, but we’re all organised now, or at least, the technical side of things. Johan arrives in Brisbane on the night of June 23 – just over two months away! With any luck, the jet lag will be less bad for him as he will be able to sleep it off straight away… but I know it doesn’t work like that. Even a week or two weeks into my last two trips, I could not stop myself from falling asleep the moment things got quiet. But that could also have been because we filled our itineraries to bursting point. In any case, he will have six weeks to recover before we fly back to Stockholm, together at last, on August 9. Hopefully, with a cat.
I’m still in a bit of denial, I think. I can’t believe it’s really finally happening. I packed my first box last weekend, only a small 15x15x15cm box which was the perfect fit for a fragile item, and I dusted down all of my shelves and I’ve come to the conclusion that I’m TOO organised. I mean I’ve been thinking about this for over six months. I feel I can’t pack because if I do, I’ll have it all done in a week, tops. And I’m now not moving for another 3 and a half months so I’m telling myself to wait another 2 if I don’t want an empty unwelcoming room to live in. I basically know what I’m doing with all my stuff, it’s just all matter of packing it into the right boxes, and jigsawing all my items into the suitcases. I know the weight isn’t a problem, it’s just the volume they will take up and how to sandwich it altogether to meet those weight requirements.
So I’m back on focusing on my other commitments. Finishing up all my craft projects, selling off the things I don’t want, and trying to learn Swedish. Johan is back at school next week, and these next two months are surely going to fly before he’s finishing up, packing up his own apartment, and getting himself over to me. 64 days really isn’t that long at all. It’s very, very close. And we can’t wait.