At last! Our removals have arrived!
The van with 2 guys pitched up last Saturday evening. Now our house is set a wee bit back from the road, with a drive. This caused a fair amount of teeth sucking about how they were to get the stuff up to us, as the 2 trailer lorry (of which we were about 1/4) wasn’t going to get reversed up or down the drive. Fortunately, we didn’t really bring any furniture as most of ours was IKEA, and what’s the point of paying to ship IKEA furniture here? Unless you’re planning to take it to the forest and return it to the wild. So 90%+ of our delivery was boxes, which they could carry one at a time up the drive.
Sunday was a mandatory rest day for the guys, so they parked up just along the road for the day – to the bemusement of the neighbours. And at 8am on Monday morning, they started carting boxes and dumping them in the garage. Since then, we’ve been progressively carting them out of the garage and unpacking them, and finding homes for the content.
One of our challenges is that this house is much more open plan than our houses in Scotland, so we have less wall space for bookcases and pictures. So some of our books and pictures will still stay in boxes or sit in piles for a little while, or move around until the right layout emerges.
Having our own things is making this house seem so much more like our home, and every box that gets unpacked is like a little Christmas. I’m certainly looking forward to getting bread baking again.
At the start of this week, it almost seemed like spring. The snow had been gone a week, temperatures were well above freezing (so much so that I was about 3 clothing layers less on Wednesday) and breakfast is now taking place after dawn.
Thursday told a different story, though. We woke to a good couple of inches of snow. This being Sweden, the snow ploughs had been out on all but the smallest residential streets by 8, so it made no practical difference to transport. It certainly felt like winter was back, though, and on Friday morning, it was snowing heavily still.
In Scotland, this much snow would hang around like a bad party guest for weeks, looking increasingly worse for wear. Practically-minded Swedish weather gets on with things much more promptly.
Right, that’s enough of that. Let’s move on. What’s next? is the order of things. So by Saturday, the snow was all away bar a few traces in the shade, and Secondus’ snowman. By Sunday, it was all away, the sun was shining, and we were back to stripping off jumpers to do the unpacking.
I’m delighted to report that all 3 kids are finally in school, attending the local school, just 100m or so along the road. Primus finally started last week, and within a couple of days had a friend over to play on Xbox (etc). He seems happy about it, and his mood is definitely better; much less grumpy teenager and much more cheery laddie. I think he was getting very bored slumping about the house every day, even if the 8am start was hard work on the first day.
Next on the agenda is definitely registering for SFI: Swedish lessons for immigrants. 3x3hrs a week as night classes, or 15hrs a week if you have daytimes available. We’re looking forward to it. Being functionally illiterate and too scared to ask for things is not a great place to be. It results in buying shortcrust pastry instead of pizza dough, and cartons of yoghurt instead of milk. Neither of these are theoretical risks…