Sorry for not being around, but my life solely revolves around boxes and putting things in them these days. Even now, i’m typing from within a fortress of cardboard and bubble wrap.
The movers are coming in less than a week to take every last thing we own and drive it to Berlin.
The next day, we’ll be flying down there, with Lucifer, of course.
So yeah, in a week we’ll be moving.
How fucking crazy is that?
It’s gone from being a faraway dream to being solid fact in no time.
We’ll still have a bunch of loose ends in Copenhagen, like an apartment that needs cleaning, and we’re still gonna be back here for Christmas, but still… we are moving in a week.

There aren’t a lot people i’m gonna miss in Copenhagen, but the ones i’m gonna miss, i’m gonna miss a shit ton.
One of those people, a dear old friend of mine, even contacted a bunch of our friends and my parents, and arranged a surprise breakfast at the shop on Wednesday together with our co-worker David.
So effing sweet! I was pretty moved, and genuinely shocked.
There’s no photographic evidence of my face when i unknowingly walked into a kitchen full of people i love yelling “surprise!”, but i’m pretty sure it looked a little something like this.
So yeah, those people in that kitchen? Those, and a few select others, i’m gonna miss, and i can’t wait for all of them to come stay with us in Berlin.

No current photos this time, but i do have some Japan leftovers, as always, and these aren’t even all of them.

Ok, back to packing!