Sep. 3rd, 2009

resa: (dear diary)

God... Everything hurts. We carried boxes down from the second floor and up to the fourth from 10.15am to 6pm. So not funny. Well, funny enough, because my friends are awesome and even crack jokes when they can barely stand anymore. I am such a lucky girl. ♥

Now, I've got a lot of boxes to move around and not unpack, because I still lack a bookshelf (= four huge boxes) and a dresser (= infinite number of boxes). My mum will come here not next Monday but the one after and we'll pay Ikea Kassel a nice, little visit then. I can't wait! Anyways, I've got my wardrobe, bed, and table standing and that makes me very happy. After some more rearranging all the loose stuff in this room, I might even be able to work in here. But first, a huuuuge cleaning session is in order. All this dirt! And I'm not talking about the kitchen stuff which I've kept in the cellar for two and a half year until now. That's yet another level of dirty...

Aaaaahh. It feels great to be on my own finally. :-)


*goes shopping for necessities now*

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