I now have my residence card and a library card which have enabled me to move a few centimeters away from non-existence. All that was known of me was left behind . . . my history and reputation, gone for better or for worse. My friends and relatives have been reduced to memories and intermittent e-mails.
Car will arrive in two more weeks at Gothenburg, a seaport some three hours by train from our new home. I worry for the battery – almost a month at sea. There will be paperwork, inspections, customs declarations, licensing and fees. Gas is expensive, twice as much as I complained about in the U.S. – around nine bucks a gallon. I have yet to drive here, know where nothing is, road signs and symbols still a mystery.
Earthly possessions, things I’ve lived with day to day are still at sea, hopefully still afloat and destined to arrive in a few weeks: furniture and dishes, flatware, tools, computers, files and notes. Forgot to pack external hard drives – big mistake!