I didn't sleep well the night before the actual move. I know, I know, I shouldn't worry as much as I do but hey, I can't be someone I am not :) So many thoughts in my head and this feels like a start to a totally new life (I know, I know, it's just an office space and a one bedroom appartment but I can't help it).
I jumped out of bed at 6.30 (imagine! Me jumping out of bed at this godforsaken hour!!) and by 8 I was at my parent's home. We waited for my friend and then we were on the move ... first to the office and then to my new appartment.
It went good. Smoothly. The sun was shining and the three of us worked good together.
By 11.30 everything was done.
There has been only one panicky moment. I asked the guys to assembly my bed. They just started to do so when my father asked: Where are the screws? Oh my God, where were the screws - I had no idea and the last time we disassemblied the bed it was 6.5 years ago. Who the hell remembers such details? Luckily I am an organised girl (SMILE) and the screws were in my toolbox (a very small one - don't you worry!). Uuuuuh, lucky me. Within 10 minutes the bed was standing and everybody was happy (me the most!).
Now it's up to me: unpacking and furnishing the apparment. All these boxes and I can't even remember what I own - this is gonna be fun :-)