Relocation, relocation, relocation...

Him:

Dear, accidentally landing on this blog and leaving immediately, reader,

I can feel your desperation as days went by and no new entry was posted to this wonderful blog to which I know that you already modified you browser home page. But, fear no more old friend cause in this cold and some how beautiful morning I found the time to push that "New Entry" magical button. Undignified as it may be, I must come with an excuse for not contributing increasing the world wide internet traffic. And the best thing that I could find to throw the guilt at is, of course, relocation. Beautiful word for the young and adventurous, leaving hell for the ... young and working class, average workaholic engineer not used yet to having he's entire house in two larger then live bags for which renting a separate plane makes perfect sense. But I know that is not very polite to keep you in such awful anticipation of finding the new location for which I'm complaining so mush. Well, dear stranger, as in using the plural may be an overstatement, my sweet new location for the upcoming  six months is ..... Sweden.

Please forgive me for not sharing with you all the crazy stuff through which I went in these days but I promise that I will me more loyal to that "New Entry" button.

Must run to work...