My room’s pretty empty now, the relocation service has been here.

Notably, my contact with this international relocation specialist – let’s call them “I.” here – assured me the team would visit me in the afternoon, and call at least one hour before they arrived.

Well – reality hit me, when shortly after 8 this morning the bell rang and one (!) relocation guy stood at the door. Luckily, I spent some time preparing most of my stuff yesterday, otherwise this encounter would have been even more awkward. But I have to admit, he was a professional (”I’ve been in this business for 20 years now!”), and packed all of my material existance in boxes in less than one hour. Not bad.

But of course, my former plan were crossed as my bike which was to be repaired before being moved to Dublin wasn’t ready yet this morning. So I have to think about either leaving it in Germany or taking it on the plane by myself. 30 Euros for the transfer with Aer Lingus sound fair to me, though.

Now my room is very empty, as I said, and already shows signs of this objectionable reverb when speaking out loudly. Tomorrow, I’ll disassemble the furniture I’m leaving at my dad’s home, and then this place will look as if I never had lived here. Strange feeling.

I’m counting the hours to leave Münster.