Im sitting in my apartment...My brother came and helped me remove my furnitures and the moving boxes.... There's a small table, a coffee table and two chairs that all has to be thrown out are the only things left....
Im sleeping on the floor on a bed of blankets and pillows....
My back doesn't agree with this arrangement, but I have to finish fixing up the place and hotels are too expensive...I kinda feel like the princess sleeping on a pea...
Im about halfway done....
I need to paint and clean the kitchen and bathroom as well as cleaning out my garden...and then Im done.
Its gonna be weird moving away from here....cause despite my apartment being a bit far from downtown and the building looking like a Barak from WWII, the apartments themselves are fabulous and very cheap...I will never live this good and cheap again...unless I return to the student life which seems very doubtful.
I'm going to miss this little place that I've been calling home since 2006....
It feels wrong to be here now. There's a sort of echo happening whenever I speak in apartment now...feels wrong.
Im nervous....whats gonna happen next....
Can I handle living with my dad again after ten years away from home?
Where will my next apartment be?
What will the future bring me?
I feel empty...but nervous....a bit excited....but mostly melancholic
Im going to miss Aalborg...
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