Living in-between can be difficult, but it also provides opportunities to redefine oneself, in my experience. Good luck with the move, may the transition to your new place serve you well.
The move has begun. I bought a whole bunch of cleaning supplies, and vacuumed and mopped the new place, and got some towels and lights (and soda to the fridge) to establish some basic functionality into the place.
My old apartment is a mess. Boxes are strewn around the place. Dust bunnies emerge from every nook and cranny. Cupboards stand with open doors, items wait to be packed.
I have the fortune to have overlapping contracts on these apartments for two weeks, so I don't have to move in a panic. In a few days, a moving firm will arrive to carry all my furniture and boxes. They'll help a lot, and I'll get this place emptied so I can clean it much faster in turn.
Things are working out.
My sister lives within walking distance. She'll join me to celebrate the new year, and I'll grant her a big honour. I have these fridge magnets with words on them. I have a bunch of old ones that my sister found somewhere long ago, but also a huge batch of new word magnets my cousin brought me as a gift some months ago. My sister will get the honour of writing the first fridge magnet poems/lines in my new apartment. We'll see what we get. The magnets are very fun, and there are some few surprises mixed in. A typo, and also a very random word in Danish. But then there are also a bunch of very silly words. Words that are perfectly valid, but that no one speaking our dialect would ever use.
My home is changing. My home is for a few days still *here*, but then it will be *there*. When my bed and other furniture are moved. When my spawn point is set to the new location.
On Wednesday, I'll pack more boxes. I'll also deal with some of my guitar homework.