Call in three months time and I'll be fine, I know

Let's hope the next line of Evita's text won't hold...

Three months seems quite long now, but once they're over, I reckon it will feel like I wrote this only a month before. After searching for a while, my better half and I have finally found a house with enough space for all our piles of stuff. We first wanted something with a proper garden, but the few reasonably priced offers we found, just did not cut it. Deciding to be less picky and accepting a balcony as well turned out to be a very good choice: the first apartment that seemed really interesting to the both of us, will likely be ours in three months time. It's only all the paperwork that is in the way.

I've been quite nervous for the past month and I'll continue to be so until we're finally settled. Not really strange, considering that I'm soon going to own an apartment about four times as large as the flat I currently live in, and that at the same time my girlfriend is going to move in with me. Now for moving in the midst of winter...