We’ve now finally moved in to the apartment. It has been three extremely stressfull days for us both. I think all our nice helpers (btw. thank you all so very much, couldn’t have done it without you) got a bit frustrated with us (especially with Anders). Now there are boxes everywhere, and it’s impossible to find anything. The stress have made me sleep really bad for a while, and now I’ve become sick. I have had a cold and a fever since yesterday. I feel a little better today though, I guess sleeping nine hours helps a bit. I don’t have the time to be sick anyway, we’re going to Anders’ grandparents’ gold wedding today. I just have to try to find something to wear first.

It’s now about 8 hours until we get the keys for our apartment. I’m really nervous, I can’t eat, I can’t sleep, and I can’t wait for tomorrow. Soon we will be living together for real. I have never lived with anybody before, and it’s kinda scary. Even though I haven’t slept in my own apartment for months now, it feels weird to have nowhere to run away. It’s like I’m finally a grown up now, or at least it feels like I should be. I guess things will stay about the same though, except that we will be living in a much nicer place, and that Anders are going to complain much more about all my stuff.

I’m now home in Trondheim again, after three nice days in Røros. Wednesday Marit, her father (also Anders), our dogs (Tina and Ulla) and I went to pick cloudberries (or whatever you do with cloudberries). We didn’t find that many, we were a little too early. I tripped in a hole full of water, and it was exactly deep enough to go over my boot. While I was changing socks, two reindeer came running by, and my dog ran after them for about a kilometer. Anders and Marit had to run after her, since I only had one boot on at that time. Marit finally caught her, after she had gotten tangled in her leash. Allthough we were all really annoyed with her, I think my dog had one of the best days of her life.

Thursday Marit , two boys we know and I went to cut down small birchthrees who are popping up all over Røros. They look really ugly when they are everywhere, and noone seems to be doing anything, so thought we should. (My mom was really afraid we were doing something illegal, we have been known to do that sometimes.) When Marit was trying to park her car in the middle of “gata”, two tourists were going annoyingly close to the car, and Marit, whitout realising her window was open, said: “Faens turista, kan itj dæm bærre holde si heme!”, which means something like “Damn tourists, can’t they just stay home!” She was kinda embarrassed after that.

It will be a long while until the next time I go there, and even longer before “other people” will be there at the same time. I’m already looking forward to christmas.

Only eight days until we move now. Tomorrow we’re going to see the apartment completely finished for the first time, assuming everything is ok.

Yesterday Anders and I went out to eat chinese food. It was very good, we have to do that more often. Then we went to se Mr. and mrs. Smith. Anders saw it for the second time, so I guess he thinks it’s good. I’ts not exactly my type of film, but it’s ok entertainment.

Tomorrow I go to Røros for three days. My good friend Marit is home from veterinary school in Hannover, so it will be fun to see her again. It will also be the last time I get to see my dog this summer, and I miss her terribly.

It’s only 13 days until my boyfriend and I move to our new apartment. I have started to pack up all my belongings, once again. I really, really hate it. I am probably the worst oranizer in the world. If Anders hadn’t been here to help me sometimes, I would never get it done. When I try to pack my stuff alone, I usually just stand in front of all my mess and look at it, then I get so despondent that I go do something else. That makes the packing kinda slow, of course. Then, when I have to hurry to finish in time, I start to panic. I hope that it’ll be different this time. I promised Anders to pack at least one box today, so I ‘ll try to do that now.

Anders claims I have a tendency to get obsessed with things. Just because I’ve done about a thousand sudokus this summer, and just because I’ve spent most of the day trying to find icons for my blog. I guess he’s got a point. Once I get a interest for something, I keep on doing it over and over, until I’m dead bored. And then I’m usually so bored with it, that I don’t do it again for a long while. Its probably a good idea to try to limit myself, so I can enjoy things for a longer period of time. Or maybe this is just how my brain works, and I (and he) should just accept it.

This is my first attempt at blogging. Testing, testing, 123!