There are four days to go and the excitment level is raising. There are (of course) still a gazillon things left to be done but luckily the master is doing most of them. Because as it is, I am unable to do most things thesedays. Why? you might ask. I have a job now, that’s why. For the last four weeks, I spent my days in an office at the harbour, working for THE shipment company. The work is about as boring as can be but I’m still stuck out here all day with a bus bringing me here in the morning and another taking me back in the evening and none in between. Feels a bit like working on an island with a ferry that only drives twice a day.But to cut the long story short, the master is running around town picking up everything from groceries to decorations while I earn some money… talk about emanzipation.
Tomorrow is the beginning of the festivities, so to say. Marked by the arrival of my parents. I’m so much looking forward to seeing them again (haven’t seen them since december)! I’m sure it will be a blessing to have them here as (especially) my mum has the gift to sooth my nerves. We’ll pick them up at the train station in the evening and bring them to their lovely hotel.
The next day, thursday, I will spend the whole day with them. We will probably go downtown to check out the defence museum and look at the tall ships that can be admired at the harbour until sunday. The day before yesterday, the master and I practised my mothertongue (“Härgottschtärnä!”); it’ll feel strange to speak it again all the time and with so many different people. Friday the bigger part of our guests will arrive and then the day has come already. Gee, feels strange to even think that it is going to happen… and so soon!

A last note to (possible) onlookers: We changed the location of the church ceremony to the church in our town. So if you care to come (which you’re of course welcome to do), please be there in time BEFORE 3pm!