I have received my boxes from storage. My work-friends had packed my things and stored them when I got ill. There is a lot of stuff to go through. It's just like home, you collect lots of stuff in time. But this time it is fun to go through all the stuff and it makes me remember old times.
In one way it is a good feeling too, I have always longed for this moment and it makes it feel fore real this time.
Most of the stuff is old and I have to trow out a lot of it, and that feels good to. It's almost as fun as getting things. When your done with the stuff you just dump it off, and I can dump allot of my old things.
I found the books i was looking for. That was one goal, to find them was always on my mine. My colleague was supposed to bring me the books when i was relay ill and she had scheduled an appointment to the hospital. I had hoped to get them so I could have somethings to read when i was in respirator. But in the commotion at the time she forgot them, and I cant blame her there was probably hard just to come to the hospital for a visit.
Yes that was jet another goal on my way back.
