Exactly one day. One day, and then we know it. The last 20 days went slowly. With the help of my mum and Diane we can rent a house near Breda. I was so happy when I heard it. My mum said she was going to sell the house we were living in now, because it was too big for her alone. And with that money we can pay some new things for our new house. The moving goes with a rented truck, and we go with the truck on a boat. I can't wait till it's time. I have no idea how things can go so fast with the house and stuff but you won't hear me complaining. The faster we get away here, the better. Especially for Mark. My mum found a room in a small house in the country of Scotland. Right on a great mountain, near a little village, so she's happy. She wants to travel a lot more. The only thing I don't have is a new job but I'm confidend in finding one. Tomorrow my mum is gone for two days to a friend of her here in Edinburgh. She hasn't seen her for a long time. I'm glad she's away because I'm not sure how I'm gonna react when I get the bad news maybe. Just let us hope we get good news. I have no idea what Mark is going to do in Holland, because he has no education. Yes, he had a diploma, but he didn't study further. But we will see. Just let this day be done very soon.

It was scary and I was nervous as hell. Me and Mark didn't sleep the whole night. We arrived at the hospital at 10 o'clock. I was trying to look to the nurse's face because maybe I could find out what the results were. But she just looked bored. We got to this small room and we had to wait there for 50 minutes. I think that's just criminal, to let people wait that long. Finally a doctor came in the room with two pieces of paper. And he began to talk. I was negative. Thank God. But I was so much more worried about Mark. And then finally. He was negative too. I couldn't believe it. He used hard drugs for such a long time and he's negative. I was so happy. The whole way back to our home I couldn't stop laughing. And when we were home we uhm.. celebrated it. We didn't came out of bed until the next morning and I slept great.

It's now seven days later. And I have been sick for the last four days. I've been throwing up the whole time and I hate it and I have no clue where it comes from. Mark is already packing stuff because in two days we are going to move to Holland. I still can't believe it. I walk to the kitchen to give him a kiss but I'm half way to it and I run back to the bathroom. I think my mum has been watching me the last four days. She's worried and so is Mark. Mum did some shopping this morning. Just so Mark and I have some food while we travel back to Holland. But when she gives me the bag she gives me something in my hand.