I signed the contract on my new apartment today.

I am now – well, from the 15th of March actually – “owner” of an apartment in Skärhamn. Or at least I rent it on a first-hand contract. I met the landlord today and he seemed like a really nice guy; we sat down with the current tenant and signed contracts.

It is a really beautiful apartment. Older house, with about six tenants in it, and quite newly renovated, so it looks really beautiful. And it is the largest in the building, too. The bathroom and the kitchen is really classy; not just one notch up from my current place, it’s a couple of notches.

But no dishwasher. Please excuse the following rant, but I have to say it. What is up with that? This is the 21st Century. According to all the predictions (and I quote, among others, the TV series Jetsons as among my references) we should have had household robots by now, that swoop around the house, walk the dog, cook and clean, and that can answer the phone. And we don’t even have dishwashers? I feel cheated on my future.

Anyhow. It’s done now. I’m home.

This is the first time I’ve ever felt “home” in Stenungsund. This is my home now. Still I haven’t moved here; but this is the place I call home. I even dread going back to Skövde, I don’t even want to be there anymore. I’m done with that.

I walked around outside half an hour ago and proclaimed “Diese Stadt ist meine Stadt! Mein, mein und nur mein! Sie gehört mich! Mich allein!” (Yes, I speak German with myself. Don’t comment on the grammar.)

So there it is. It is done, finished. “From fearful trip, the victor ship, comes in with object won.”

I’m home.