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I'm moving!
After 3 years of living here, I've had enough. Late last month I had an appointment at the Norwegian Mental Health Department for being treated for Transsexualism. The psych is a really nice fellow. His name is Yngve (pronounced Ingve). We had a pretty good chat. Towards the end of it, he asked me what my plans were with my therapist because some things came up that needed to be discussed. He also told me that he didn't think I would move anytime soon.
After all, I have been saying for at least the past 2 years, I might be moving soon. Now, some people might just ignore this post, and I'm okay with that. I have been saying a lot of things over the years. About my loneliness, about being isolated, basically stuck. Anyway, I took what this shrink said and said Fuck it, I will move. So at the beginning in July, I started seriously looking for a new flat. I found one, and it was quite a ways away. Somewhat north of Oslo by about 45 km. I looked at the pictures and thought, I want this. It's summer, probably few interested parties, so I asked for a viewing. Keep in mind I live near Kristiansand. It takes four and a half hours to get to Oslo either via coach or train. It also costs money. But I had decided I had to take the chance.
So, I went up to the viewing and used the weekend staying at my ex-wifes in Oslo. The actual renters were on holiday in the mountains, but I got to meet the current rentee and see the place. It was really nice. Less than 5 minutes walk away from the train station, the local supermarket, and about 10 minutes walk to the Shopping Centre. The guy said that there was one other viewing the coming Friday, but he wasn't sure he wanted to be around for that, and asked if I really wanted it. Both Maria and I said, yes, definitely, You don't need to be here for that. And with that I went home with a bit of trepidation.
As soon as I got home, I rang my landlord to give him my notice. He sort of expected this phone call, but I could tell he wasn't entirely pleased even though I have been a very good renter. Perhaps not the tidiest of persons, but certainly have had no complaints against me. I don't play loud music, I don't smoke or make much noise. I keep to myself. I have cats.
The Problem with Cats...
They aren't allowed in the new place. I am trying to get help in finding them new homes. I guess to some 4 sounds like a lot of cats. It isn't though. It's a good number. But they are well-adjusted to being around other cats. I hope to write that they all have new homes before I move.
Continuing...
I was asked if I could come for a signing and deposit on Sunday and Monday, to which I said yes. So, I once again took a journey on the coach to Oslo, and then to Kløfta to sign the contract and get the keys. There was a surprise when they wanted half a months rent, but I managed it. Barely. I will spare you all the details.
I also managed to secure the deposit when I got home via Internet Banking, which was nice.
Now, I'm focused on getting ready for the move. Hiring a moving agency, changing addresses, setting up mail forwarding, and starting to pack. Fortunately, I don't have all that many things that I want to take with me.
The Future...
After this, I will need a month or two to adjust to the new place and expenses before venturing out. I will be making at least weekly trips to Oslo for various things, I will also be looking towards taking a much needed holiday. Where? Probably visit my friend Casey in Newcastle, outside of that I have no plans. Who knows maybe we won't get on in person and I'll be free to roam around the country provided I can get good deals on transportation. As far as visiting any scenes, I am not sure yet if I am ready. But ready or not...
The reason I have chosen to move so abruptly is because it was killing me living here in the south of Norway with no friends, no car, yada yada yada you've heard that before. But it's also closer to the Hospital, just about an hour away instead of nearly 5. There is a train in the summer that goes every hour, the rest of the year it's ever half-hour. So, suddenly, I'm much more flexible. I'm 20 minutes from the airport, and really looking forward to it!
Much love,
Rachel Maxwell