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

I'm feeling 22....

I was off work on Thursday and Friday last week. Thanks to a bank holiday on Thursday and an extension on the Friday (the company I work for is just awesome).

So when I went to work on Wednesday I had a few colleagues asking what I had planned for the long weekend. My answer: Sleeping. Their answer: Laughing.

It’s always like this, every Friday at least one of my colleagues asks what I have planned for the weekend and they always get the same answer. Sleeping.

And then I get to hear stuff like “But you’re young! When I was your age I was pissed every weekend and just had a great time going out! What is wrong with you?!” - I mean seriously? Nothing is wrong with me. Yes I might be ONLY 22 but what’s so wrong with staying at home on the weekend? It’s not like I’m sitting there complaining or crying or anything. What’s so wrong about not being the type of girl who loves to go out and party and loves to get drunk and do, god knows what?!

I’m the type of girl who likes spending time with her family and enjoys a good cuppa. Who’s happy about the fact that she actually has some time on the weekend to read a book and who loves nothing more than knowing that there won’t be an alarm the next morning, no need to get out of bed. I enjoy walking about in pyjama, messy hair, no make up! And I just love sleeping okay?!

I could sleep all day, every day!

So for me, there’s nothing wrong with this. I get up at 6 every morning, I get home at 7. I only get a maximum of 5 hours sleep every night. I deserve doing absolutely nothing on the weekend and sleeping as long as possible even though I am “only 22”.

I mean, it’s not like I don’t go out at all. I enjoy going to the pub, have a few drinks. Sometimes I really feel like dressing up and going out and all that stuff.

Only Saturday wasn't one of these days. My little sister Cathy decided she wants to go out with us. And by us I mean me and my parents and a friend of the family. Because IF I go out, I always go out with my parents, I’ll admit I don’t really have any friends here anymore and since the bestie is now living in London…well….and I have to be honest, I enjoy it because my parents (especially my dad) are fun! But the best thing is, if a guy comes up and actually starts talking to me or tries to dance with me, I look at him and just scream “DAAAAD!” and as soon as the guy sees my dad walking over…he’s shitting himself and leaves. And then I get a high 5 and a drink from my dad. Nice.

Anyway, like I said I couldn't be bothered to go out. First thing I said to my sister: “Nope, no money!” But then dad was like “SHE’S GOING!” and I’m really bad in saying no to my dad, also he said he’ll pay so did I have a choice? Not really.

So we dressed up and went to a club. There was a spring break party going on with a wet t-shirt contest and all that stuff. Wasn't really a highlight since the girls weren't really pretty, the boobs weren't big and the shirt weren't white. BOOOORING. And the guys, well.......

We had a few drinks, danced and watched the “show”. But suddenly I started to feel really bad. I felt like I was about to pass out any minute. Had to go get some fresh air and slowly started to feel better again. But that was around 2 o’clock already and I was tired. Luckily my dad was so disappointed about the outcome of the contest he couldn't be bothered anymore either haha

And then I spent the whole Sunday in my pyjama, with loads of tea and funny conversations with my parents. Such a lovely day!

Now, what about you? Are you rather going out on the weekends or do you enjoy staying at home and doing nothing?

Personally I think yes, I am only 22 and I am still very young and maybe I am a horribly boring person, but you know what? I love being boring.

xxx

Sab