This is a really strange week. Only three days left in Malmoe now. I lived here for six years and now I'm moving again. It feels good and bad of course. So I'm in kind of a state that I don't recognize at all. Up and down in the same time, I can't even think about it, I don't think that I realize it before I'm there.
I've almost packed all my stuff together now. And the best part about that is that I've sorted out like three bags of clothes, two whole bags with shoes and a whole lot of stuff. That sure feels good!