16 sleeps

16 sleeps before I move to London. 16 days of football, farewell drinks, partying with Emily and, minor detail, moving and emptying my apartment. 16 days of happiness, sadness, and everything in between. A two year expat contract means I am likely to move back to the Dam in 2010 (just in time for the World Cup, maybe). But for now: I am awfully exited and happy about making a new start in this massive, cosmopolitic city.