Hello guys,
I know I know, I have been quite bad and didn't
update my blog for a looong time. Boohoo.
Oh don’t pretend that you’re
interested in the stuff I write anyway, it’s boring as hell. So if you don’t
want to fall asleep right now, I would stop reading and get the hell off this
blog. You’re still reading? Seriously?!
Well….I've warned you…...
Believe it or not, I've finally moved into my new apartment!
I know right, about bloody time!
Don’t even ask how it was! Moving into an empty apartment
and having to set up every piece of furniture was torture. Luckily I had some
help from family and friends, but still. I took a week off work to get all the
stuff done and when I was back at work I actually felt like needing another week
off just so I can sleep. Yeh no, apparently I’m an adult now (yeh sure ha!) and
adults have to work. I can tell you, my bed is not happy about this.
"What I love most about my Home is who I share it with." - Ted Carpenter
Well, it’s been a rather stressful few weeks, and even
after almost a month of living in the apartment, I realise every day that
something is still missing. Seriously don’t ask how much I already spent on
small stuff for the kitchen etc. And I’m still not half way there. Curtains,
carpets, more towels, blankets, lights, you name it.
Another thing is, as you might know, I love cooking and
baking, but now that I’m living on my own (well technically I’m not on my own,
the boyfriend moved in as well), I start to appreciate how awesome it was to
get home after work, knowing mum or grandma has already made dinner and I just
have to sit on the table and put the fork into my mouth. Ah yes, the good old
times….well they are over.
Now I have two options: either cook or slowly starve
myself to death (because I’m a lazy cow). Most of the times I go with option
one though because the boyfriend’s hungry as well and yeh you know, I love him
so n’aah I don’t want him to starve. I’m sure he’d cook as well if I’d ask him
but nah ah no chance! This is MY kitchen. Stay the hell out of it!
Apart from all this I have to admit, I love having my own
apartment, it’s bloody awesome. All the stuff is MINE and I make the decisions.
I can cook whatever and whenever I want, I can watch whatever I want on the TV
(well apart from the days where football is on…of course), if I can’t be bothered
to clean, I’ll clean tomorrow…who cares?! Oh right…ME. According to the
boyfriend I have OCD (pfff my ass!). I mean hello, yes everything needs to be clean and perfect
and don’t you dare move the pillows around on the sofa! Take a glass when you
want a drink, don’t drink from the bloody bottle! And if you take a glass, use
a bloody coaster because I do not want any marks on my table, okay?!
Well anyway, I have been a bit scared at the beginning, as
soon as I decided to leave the parents, I was worried that I would regret it sooner or
later. And even though my parents literally live next door now, the first few days
in the apartment felt weird. Not bad weird, but weird. I guess I had to get
used to this new “freedom” first. But I got used to it now and I feel rather grown up, I do enjoy this! And after all the
stuff which happened these past few months, or let’s say years, I finally dare
to say: I am happy and I hope life stays like this for a while.
Yes, there I've said it. Come on destiny, now show me what
you got…kick my ass for this.
xx Sab
