I’m moving. To Scotland. To Greenock to be more specific. It’s just a bit north of Glasgow, on the coast. Sitting here, writing this, at home, in Trollhättan Sweden, I can’t believe it. I still can’t. I just finished packing my first box. It’s marked Scotland and mum and dad will bring it over when they come to visit me the first time. It contains bedding and towels and picture frames and some books and movies and other stuff that I like and want to bring with me, but can’t when I’m going over myself. I’m going to pack another one in a minute, I just felt I had to have a little sit down and think about it for a while. It doesn’t even feel like I’ve completely made this place my home yet.

I don’t know what the second box is gonna contain. Most likely computer stuff. My printer, scanner, things… I need to make one with kitchen stuff in it as well and I really really need to go through my clothes. There’s so much I think I can throw/give away. I’ve already packed a bag of books that I’ll never read again. I guess I’ll go down to the charity shop in town and hand it all in when I have enough. I’m probably gonna need someone to help me carry.

I don’t know how to feel! While it’s gonna be super exciting and awesome to move, I can’t help but feeling a litte sad to leave. I mean, it’s not like I’ll never see my friends here again, but it’s just.. Now I can’t ring them and go for a coffee in town whenever. I’m going to miss them. And my family, I’m going to miss them too. I’m going to miss everyone a lot, so I’m just gonna have to convince them to come visit many many times. Yes I am.

Argh, I suppose I should finish my coffee now and get with the packing.

I just realised I haven’t said why I’m moving, but I got a job, and it just happened to be quite close to this boy I met. ^^