Home sweet sweet home ♥

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

Sitting, waiting, hoping...

As if this week hasn't been long and stressful enough already. All that kept me going at the moment was knowing it’ll only be 2 more weeks until I can finally move into my own place. But then...while I was at work, I got a call from my estate agent.

He told me he got a call from the landlord about the new apartment. The landlord said he is really sorry, but it looks like they won’t be able to finish the apartment until the 1^st of July. Means they have to shift the moving in date to the 1^st of August and they wanted to know if this was fine with me?!

Of course it wasn't fine for me! 

I explained that I currently live with my parents, which isn't easy because their flat is rather small and my brother sleeps on the sofa because of me. And August is still a while to go. Another 6 weeks of doing this is just too much! So he said that would be no problem, he also called some of the other people who actually should have moved in on the 1^st of July. Some said they are fine with moving in later others, like me, weren't fine with it. He’ll let the landlord know, so he can make sure that at least some of the apartments, including mine, will be ready until July.

So far so good.

But then I started thinking about it. Since I had to pay a not so small amount for my furniture upfront, I am now not able to get the money together for the deposit until July. I would be able to pay most of it but my dad would have to help me out. And since he's got his own problems at the moment, because he started working under a new contract, it doesn't look too good for him either. Means I am not sure if he’ll be able to give me the rest of the money.

The more I thought about it the more I actually regretted having said that I cannot wait until August. Because in August,  I’d definitely be able to pay everything on my own and I wouldn't have to rely on anybody. After a long conversation with my boyfriend, trying to find a solution for the whole thing and him offering me money, I decided it would be best if I call the estate agent back and let him know that August would be okay for me. Even though it pisses me off a lot.

Yes it means another 4 weeks with my parents, which isn't easy, but it also will give me more time to get the money together. So maybe it was a sign and moving in in July isn't as bad for me as I thought.

I’ll be honest, I’m quite stubborn and I HATE when I have to rely on other people. This was MY plan, MY decision so I have to be able to do this on my own. I can’t take money from my dad or my boyfriend. Because they’re not in this situation, it's not their problem and it wouldn't be fair from me to take their money. They've got enough on their own plate. I signed the contract so I have to be able to pay. No matter how.

After (finally) realising this, I called the estate agent and told him that August is okay for me now. He was rather happy about this, said the landlord actually wanted to give me a call anyways, to ask if I could please change my mind about it. So basically even if I wouldn't have made this decision, the landlord would probably have called today and told me there’s no other way than moving in in August.

So now I’ll have to wait 48 days instead of just 17. I am still quite angry about this, but I actually knew the whole time that they won’t be able to get the house done until July. It’s only 2 more weeks and the house isn't even close to being ready.

The good thing is, I’ll be able to definitely pay the deposit on my own and I’ll even have some money and time to buy more stuff. And that’s exactly what I’ll do on Saturday to cheer me up! Buy some cute pictures, lamps, carpets and a tea pot J

So, now I just hope they won’t call me at the end of July and say they have to move the date to 1^st September…….

Xx Sab

Time to go turn the page...

...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 1^st 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 1^st 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