Right now sitting on the floor of my new apartment with laptop on my knees, facing the wall to avoid looking at the sea of bags and boxes piled up behind me, really wanting to brush my teeth, but in no way able to even get up to start looking for the "bathroom" boxes (2 boxes and one garbage bag because I ran out of boxes). In desperate need of the most well deserved shower ever, but wont have a shower nor a bath for two days because landlord has put off fixing the ceramic just a tiny winy bit too long. And lord knows I'm sticky and smelly right now (moving to a third floor on a sunny 30C day makes that to you).
Now also fridge less, my dad and my brother barely managed to get the oven in here, so there was no way the big old fridge from the 80ies could be taken up.
Discovered yesterday that dependence on MR leaves me, when I'm computer less, in a tragic state of despair. There is two entire pages of threads I need to catch up to, and really really wanna read, and I left MR for 30 hours tops.
So right now, I'm looking back on these last couple of days and I'm realizing things: I've got two extremely great friends (they've met today, and they answer me with exactly the same words when I start to panic - they sounded like a gospel choir, it was beautiful to watch), my brother, despite being an insolent wise-ass (like me
), is incredibly generous and caring, and my dad is simply the best man ever (he moved both my brother and I today
). And... I'm really attached to you, MRers!
So yeah, I'm happy in the end!