...and start a brand new chapter of my life! Because:
Only 24 days left until I finally move into my own
apartment. Exciting times!
45 square meters of prettiness just for ME. I cannot wait! The
last time I went in there, my apartment still looked like this:
Not so pretty (yet) and quite grey but the builders are
still hard at work every day, so I can move in on the 1st of July.
Since I threw or gave all of my furniture away just before I
moved to England last year, I had to buy everything new. With everything, I
mean EVERYTHING! A kitchen, a bed, a TV, a sofa, a fridge, a washing machine
and clothes dryer, a cupboard for the living room, cupboards for the bedroom.
Unfortunately though, that’s not even HALF the stuff I need. I still have no
furniture for the bathroom, no table and chairs for the kitchen, no table for
the living room, no dishes, no glasses, no cups, no pots, no towels, no
curtains, no carpets, no pictures to put on the walls, no bookshelf, no…..I
could go on for days!
Luckily my nana has really good taste in decorations and
stuff so she will help me out with this. My other grandma is coming over this
week and already called me 3 weeks ago to ask me what I still need for the
apartment. She said she packed a huuuuge box with various stuff. It feels a bit
like Chriiiiistmaaaaas! Plus my dad and mum are racking their brains for weeks now, to
find the perfect gift for when I move in. Cute!
On Saturday next week I’ll probably grab my mum and go to a
furniture shop to find all the small things like curtains and carpets and
pictures and definitely a mirror for the bathroom and a table and chairs.
Now I cannot wait to finally move in and I’m so excited I
might burst! But when I first thought about getting my own place, I shat my
pants. Seriously. I’m not scared of living alone and having to do everything on
my own like cooking and cleaning and washing. Though it’s nice that my mum does
all this at the moment, and been doing it my whole life, it’s about time that I
stand on my own two feet.
What scared me the most was the money. Obviously. Paying
rent, electricity, water and all the other bills. I sat down every evening for
weeks, to calculate and see if the money I earn at the moment will be enough.
It will be, definitely. But I am so used to spending my money on shit stuff I
don’t need, just for the sake of it, that it’s going be quite hard for me the
first few months to properly decide what I REALLY need and what I don’t.
But then, after a huge kick in the arse from my dad (thank you for this daddy, you're the best!), I
finally decided to do it! To just take the apartment. I decided it’s time to
stop worrying about stuff that didn't happen yet and that might never even
happen. It’ll either go wrong and I’ll get into huge trouble or it’ll
go great and I’ll be happier than ever. Who knows?!
Right now I am just looking
on the bright side, I can cook whatever I want, I can bake whatever I want, I
can watch shit on the telly without having anyone complaining about it, I can
be in a bad mood without having someone asking “Why are you like this? What is
wrong? Why are you such a terrible person?!” (nana, this one’s for you! ;P) but
most importantly, I can sleep as long as I like on the weekend! No one will be there to tell me to gte my arse out of bed! Oh heaven!
I am really looking forward to this new chapter in my life
and I just cannot wait for the 1st of July. It’ll be a lot of work
to get everything done and make it look like I want it to look like, but it’ll
be SO worth it!
What about you? Do you still live with your parents or do
you have your own spage already? If so, how was it for you? Easy? Hard? Scary?
Or simply the best time of your life so far? I would love to hear about it.
Just leave a comment down there ↓ J
So for now, that’s it. I will definitely keep you updated on
the progress, once I finally have the keys to my “castle” ;)
Sab x
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