I am typing this at the table in our dining room.
That’s right. Dining room. There’s also a living room, and a bedroom. And a guestroom. And a kitchen!
I have shared houses, I have shared rooms. I have lived with Dutchies, Koreans, Americans, Kiwi’s, Nepalis, Canadians, and Germans. But now I have this whole apartment to myself, and at any moment of the day I can choose in what room I will sit. I even have a whole fridge to myself!
There’s a time for everything, and this is the time to have my own place. And when I say ‘my’, I really mean ‘our’, because very soon I will be living here with my favorite Swede. The furniture in here we picked out together. The cups, glasses, plates, cutlery – everything. Well, the knife set was his choice because he’s picky about those things.
But when I look around, I see our home, our place, our things. I am alone now but that’s just temporary.
So while I am waiting for the moment we will both live here, I am getting the place ready. Cushions on the couch, curtains at the windows, I bought an oven the other day – you know, all the necessities. And I am so very happy about the luxuries* of this place.
A hot shower, any time of the day.
Back up power, since the electricity is off for 12 hours a day now.
A hot water bottle that warms my sleeping bag right before I go to bed.
This whole apartment is exactly what we wanted, including friendly, helpful landlords.
I am thankful!
I added a few pictures, but soon I will post some that will represent the current state of the place better…
* I am not sarcastic when I say luxuries, because it really is a luxury – it’s just that you get used to them if you don’t have to think about them. And there’s nothing wrong with that.
Coffee, because coffee is always good.