Moving has now filtered into my dreams. I awoke this morning to realise I had been dreaming about my impending move. I don’t believe this is unusual but perhaps the issues surounding the move were.

1. The Dutch Goverment were not allowing any Nike’s to be brought into the country.

Now I am not a big fan of Nike however I do own a pair. So this was setting my mind at full speed about how I could sneak them into the country. On reflection I can still not figure out why this would have featured in my dream but I shall make sure to pack my Nike’s pretty deep in the suitcase.

2. I can not remember clearly but there was some hiccup in relation to me being able to move there properly or having to enter as a tourist for three months first. This therefore was causing lots of commotion about how many cars we would need to fill in order to secretly bring all my stuff over.

Now this is all to do with my big fear of having picked the wrong size van for moving. I do not have masses of stuff to bring (RC may disagree), no furniture minus one or two small things and no major appliances. However I am of the feeling that the largest size van is not going to be enough and that we should have rented the mini-truck. SF thinks I am mad and that I will have more than enough space in the large van as it is. However I do spend all of my driving moments staring at vans and mini-trucks trying to decide if my stuff will all fit in.

SF is due in about 45 minutes so I need to go and get some supplies for the day of packing….

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