I took a day off from work.
The moving company was delivering all my boxes and I had to be home to sort everything out.
The movers arrived pretty early, around 8 in the morning: 5 minutes, a signature, 2 handshakes and they were gone.
This left me with 8 boxes to open and sort out.
I worked the all morning and I managed to clean up most of the mess I created by opening the boxes.
With me being so me, it's almost superflous to mention the fact that I
Ok, maybe I won't buy a new phrenology head: I remember packing it, remember taking it out of the box, no sure where I put it later on.
Around one I decided I needed a break and that I needed breakfast too!
The flat has a small balcony, which is perfect these days, as Indian summer decided to stay around for a while. I decided to have some coffee: I picked a new mug, a farewell present from my (knitting) friends, and the glasses before heading out.
I sat at the small table, enjoying the sun and knitting a bit: I'm working on a lovely pair of socks that I hope to finish by the end of next week.
I placed the LP player in the living room, so I could hear the last Wilco's album playing.
When side A finished, I raised and stepped inside to change side. Having stayed out for some minutes, I could feel on the skin the temperature drop, something I haven't felt for a while.
I let Wilco play, I put the sunglasses back on and went outside again to enjoy the sun, finish my breakfast and knit a little bit more.
Maybe it's too early to say it but, at least in those minutes, it felt like home. I hope I'll keep feeling like that, I really want to feel grounded and rooted to a place for a while.