08. moving

Today I moved into my new apartment. It will be great to be closer to school and to the city center, but I will miss Mikkel and his gang. On Sunday I went swimming in the øresund, then fell asleep in the tall grass under a beech grove by lake Ersum. These delights will be missed. Mostly, I got here with no trouble. Mikkel helped cart my crap, and a bit of furniture as well, down to my new place, which saved me an embarrassing and cumbersome train ride. After bringing up what I already had to my room, I left off to solve two problems –dinner and a mattress. On my way home from finding the first (which unfortunately turned out to be bread and beer), I found the second, and it was big and free.There were, though, about a half a dozen 14 year-olds making out on top of my new bed. They were all much better dressed than I was, so I decided to regroup  and formulate a new stratagem. The best I came up with was to come back in 30 minutes.

The bed was still there, and I no longer had to try to break the language barrier with a bunch of tongue-sucking fashionistas. Unfortunately, I found that my one-armed self was not quite up to the task of lugging a queen sized mattress 10 blocks. After making it about 300 feet, I decided to cross my arms and stare at the offending object for a bit and look around for some kind of ‘tool.’ I ran back to the grocers, saw the pictured milk cart, snatched it, and stealthily rattled it through a cobbled court yard cafe. Once loaded the mattress on to the cart, it only took me about a half an hour to push the stupid thing back home. Thankfully, Anders, my roommate, was home, so I didn’t have to drag it up the stairs. So, now I have a place to sleep that isn’t made of wood. Here are some pictures of my room, I have to go return that cart.

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