Got the keys

Finally, we've got the keys today.
So we went for the first time to a totally empty flat and the emptiness of the place somehow distort the memories we had and nothing looks like before; rooms looks now bigger or smaller, brighter or darker than we remember. And we silently wander why we bought this flat on first place.
It was raining very lightly when we arrived to the flat and when suddenly the sun came into the living room everything lit up and it looked much better.

So, we started to take stock of everything, looking for details that need fixing and taking notes room by room. Not bad. Our room needs a lick of paint as well as the living room.
P. wants to decorate his room in "the colours of an incoming storm", his words not mine, meaning a colour called "smoke blue" with yellow fluorescent paint for the lightening. "The husband" and I then went into a discussion of how much leverage a 10 years-old boy should have related to the decoration of his own room. We both agree in that the idea and the colours are ludicrous but I think that the kid should be allowed to have it and live with it, after all learning to choose has to imply getting it all wrong from time to time, while "the husband" say that we don't have the money to finance such an obvious wrong choice. At the time of this writing we still don't agree on what to do.

Tomorrow at midday we'll be taking most of the boxes that are now here to the new flat. All the furniture we have, mattresses, and all the boxes. We hired a guy with a van and a helper and depending the size of the van we'll be doing one or two trips.
After that we'd still be living here in the rented flat and we'll be working everyday in the new flat where there's load to do.

Right now I should be packing and getting ready for tomorrow but I think I'm developing a serious phobia to packing. No surprise there.

I'll keep you posted.