Since yesterday I’m staying at Chris’ parents’ place. It was a hell lot of work getting our things out of the apartment and getting them transferred to the other house.
A young guy, Manuel is his name, has helped me with moving out. When I see how much power he has, up and down the stairs carrying all those carton boxes, I got the feeling that I’m getting old. I carried one or two light things and needed longer time to recover and catch my breath :)
So now I’m back to Chris’ parents’ guestroom, just like back then the first time I got here. Funny feeling. As if all new chapter of my life always starts from here :)