Its it very odd to think that in less than two weeks, I wount be here.
I mean, things are going as normal, my siblings starting in school, my parents coming home from work, the tv sending dosens of mindless programs.
It is so surreal.
I spend my days cleaning, playing Wow, or other minial stuff. Just started fixing up the garden.
Of cause I am still preparing to move, this thursday I need to call to find out where to live until me apartment is free, and when I can move in.
I need to change adress, doctor, bank, and get a new socialsecurety card. Also I plan on making a list of all the stuff I got, to see what I might need. Like, I got enough plates, and forks and stuff, but do I have enough knives?
Also it is a great stressrelive, I can make tons of lists when I feel upset.

I get these bursts of realisation at time. For instance, I am cooking, and suddenly I get to think of that I will have my very own kitchen, where I can make the food I wan't, the way I like it. And I can't help let out a squeal of joy.
It happens all the time.
And at the same time, I feel terrorfied. I have always been a homegrounded person, and just imagening being all on my own...I have already gotten nightmares about it. Not that it really made any sense, but I just knew.


Growing up is hard.

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Click my pretty eggs, pretty please?