The move is scheduled to start on Monday. In other words: Stress levels are up. Tempers are lost. Nerves are being wrecked. Loose ends are being tied up. It doesn't help that the people in charge of organising the whole international move are messing me about much more than is needed. But yesterday the removals company visited me and I guess things will be fine. But we will see... I don't believe anything until it's done and dusted.
Last weekend I had a small piss-up at home to just have a last get-together there around the lovely fireplace and get rid of at least a little bit of my reasonable alcohol collection. Since it was open already anyway, the drink highlight of the evening was an amazing Karuizawa Multivintage whisky valued at over $2500 at this moment according to whiskybase.com. At 59.1% and a strong flavour I must say it was intense and definitely worth the EUR 300 I originally paid for it a few years ago.
And it had snowed a bit, so the air was fresh and crisp. That also helped. Walking around I realised that I will miss this lovely little old town, with its quirky homes, living among its funky rooftops. It's been a privilege to be able to live in such a beautiful hundreds of years old wooden Swiss old town loft flat.
But now the physical work begins. Tomorrow morning I'm handing in my badge and laptop at work. I've started to pack the luggage I will take to Australia in person, and to dismantle the HIFI systems. There were still a lot of boxes from the previous move left over. They will not be reused for Ocean freight, which needs more professional packing. So that's all sent for recycling now as well.
Now time to get on with the 1001 little tasks that need doing and arranging. Next up: collecting a repaired suit from the seamstress.