The unloading

Oh God, I've moved. And it's not sinking in, at all.

There was a long, long, drive. And the boyfriend-parents, who were nice, as usual. And dinner, delicious dinner, with the saltiest fries in the entire galaxy. And snuggles, and kisses, and more.

So I woke up around six this morning. I went to bed around ten, I was exhausted. I'm at a more or less normal schedule, now.

By seven, we were unpacking. Or, more precisely, sorting boxes. As in 'these are clothes, they go to the bedroom, these are books, they go on the pile.'

The clothes, we packed away. My shoes went on the rack (When did I get so many shoes?) The food, we put in the kitchen. The utensils for the kitchen went in the dishwasher so we would have until they're clean to figure out where there was room for them (it's going to involve magic, I'm afraid). The  books are currently on a pile almost as large as the fridge. We have frames waiting to be hung. We have a sofa full of things waiting for more furniture.

The furniture we still need is mostly shelves, maybe a few containers. My boyfriend's mom claims she has two desks we could use, but we still need to check those out. If they fit, great, if not, more stuff from IKEA to put together. I hope the desks fit. I'm currently sharing a desk that's too big for one person, but too small for two.

And I forgot my laptop's inclined plane, the only thing I forgot so far. Luckily, IKEA sells those, too, but it means I have to develop a crick in my neck and wrists until Tuesday. Boo!

Halfway through the unpacking, we ate some breakfast and discovered that there's not that much food in the house. It's also Sunday, which means nothing is open in Germany. Let's hope we last until tomorrow. If we get desperate, there's a McDo down the street. But I'm trying to be healthy, dammit, and I don't like salad!

Oh, and my phone is definitely broken. I can text fine, and I can receive calls, I just can't hear the people on the other side. Poo. I have a new phone waiting for a German SIM card, though. It's all pretty and pink (no one steals a pink phone) and does absolutely nothing more than it should. It was dirt cheap. People who want my number can e-mail me, and I'll send it to them as soon as I've got it. I hope they have an easy number to remember.

In other news, I dug out my collection of plugs for my stretched earlobes from one of the moving boxes. I've been wearing my awesome glass plugs for a few weeks now and thought it was time for something new. I'm insanely happy: I can wear double flared plugs! My ears have relaxed enough for them to be stretchy enough to let the big flares through. My entire AOP wish list is fair game now, muahahahaha! Until I have a steady income though, it's going to have to wait. I have ten pairs of plugs waiting their turn, so for now, spirally black-and-white it is.

So until tomorrow, there's not much to do. Except maybe this handsome man sitting next to me. ;-)