Just a final, ironic note to the whole parking-space deal (and then I'll leave it alone, promise): I just received a letter from my building informing the tenants that the apartment-building across the street has received permission to build two additional floors, with twelve new two-room apartments. Not only does this mean that there will be next to no sunlight in my apartment (I'm on the first floor), there will also be twelve new people - or couples - in my street. Some, or most, with private cars. That they have to park. In my street. Aaaah!

Fortunately, it'll be a while before construction begins, and a while longer until it's completed. But after that...God forbid if I ever abandon a great parking-space. I can never, ever, ever again leave. Ever. The sunlight-thing is even worse, actually, because it decreases the value of my apartment. *sigh*

(Or I can sell my apartment now, and get the hell out, but...nah, it's too great of a place. Right smack in the centre of Oslo. A ten minute walk to everywhere...except to work, which is a thirty-five to forty minute walk.)  ¶ 21:35