Well shit, it’s been a while, hasn’t it?
But as you can probably imagine, a lot has happened since my last post.
A lot.
I’ve been living in my new home for two weeks now.
I can’t believe it’s been this long already, but looking around at all the progress we’ve made, it’s actually kind of hard to believe it hasn’t been longer.
I guess that’s what happens when two people suffering from mild OCD move in together… shit gets taken care of!
The first four, five, six, days, we didn’t rest. Or eat. Or sleep much.
We just unpacked, decorated, built.
And then Lucifer moved in.
And my parents arrived, to help us with things like putting up lamps, and to provide some much needed moral support.
I had bags under my eyes and a face full of stress acne.
Not a pretty sight, but i didn’t leave the house much anyway.
They were really hard, those first days, and i kinda crashed emotionally when they were over.
I guess finally feeling safe, after the year i’ve had, was almost too much.
Some days i was so sad, and i didn’t understand why, and i felt so guilty about feeling sad, when i should be happy.
It’s hard to explain, but i think that up until this point, i’ve kind of been in survival mode.
Burying my feelings with a promise to deal with them at a later time, but maybe i never did.
Maybe i forgot to deal.
And suddenly it felt like cheating ex’es, other women, lost dreams, and haunted houses finally caught up with me, and it happened at a time when i was already so damn stressed from packing, moving and studying all at once.
I’ll admit i was scared of having a full on breakdown, but it never happened, and at this point, i feel ok.
Happy even.
And let me tell you, our new home?
It’s beautiful.
It’s the most amazing apartment i’ve ever lived in, and i’ve been more or less obsessed with decorating it just right.
And although that’s the fun part, it’s actually been pretty difficult.
A lot of the things i thought i was gonna put in my room didn’t fit, and some of them all of a sudden reminded me too much of my old life.
I wanted something fresh and new, and i wanted to find out what my personal decorating style really was, which is surprisingly hard after 12 years of compromising with another person.
I really had no clue, so with my room, i took it really slow and tried to trust my instinct and let the room tell me what it wanted to be.
God, that sounded stupid!
Anyway, with the kitchen and living room, i wanted it to be very simple, but cozy at the same time, so both me and Wendy would feel at home.
It’s a challenge, decorating a new home with the exact same things that was in the previous home, and still making it look completely different, but i think we pulled it off!
So this is life at the moment.
Decorating, waiting for internet people and locksmiths, spending lots of money on deposits and moving companies, hanging shelves and paintings, and trying to not get overwhelmed by it all.
And to keep myself sane, i started eating healthy and working out again.
That’s it for me for now, but i promise i’ll get back to regular posting in no time.
Until then, here are bits and pieces of the last two weeks in pictures.
Day one, or two maybe… just boxes and a bed
After the movers left on the first day, we went looking for coffee and found a nice vegan cafe… that cake though
Before i really started working on my room
Our bathroom is kinda weird and narrow, but pretty
Borrowing a power drill and hanging out with Box
Coffee with some of my favorite people on the way to Schöneberg to pick up Lucifer
Kitchen wall… same, same but different
Kimono selfie in the middle of my random piles of stuff
My two roomies
The living room a few days ago… it looks even better today
Walking the dog and getting to know the new neighborhood, which is lively and slightly sketchy, but awesome
Brunch at Carly’s with the gang (photo stolen from Jessica)
Just delicious
Mom and dad
Breakfast before my parents went back to Denmark
Silo coffee before going to the flea market, where we didn’t find what we were looking for
Lucifer is now a shared custody dog of divorce, and he is currently with his dad, so i miss him tons, but i think the arrangement is gonna work out fine (photo stolen from Carly)
My parents are great decorators
Morning light and healed tattoo
One of the best nights in a long time included these two, a giant pizza and a mini Tom Cruise-athon
He goes everywhere with me
Even to Japanese class, that sometimes looks more like German class, if you ask me
I buy the dumbest shit at Primark
Walls, room, stuff. Home.
Ugh, how do you not quit? I wanna quit all the time. But i won't.
Thanks for commenting, it's so nice to get feedback and connect with people who understand what you're going through!!
That photo of Japanese class notes in German is KILLING me. "Unfriendly but he works a lot." That's the German way! But don't give up on it. I'm learning how to play the piano while speaking Russian so that's an adventure. I feel you, girl!
I love this post. I never comment but always look forward to reading and seeing your amazing photos. I am always a "woman on the verge." Of a nervous breakdown, that is, but at least I don't have children and can always focus on myself. Do your thang! Sorry for the mish-mash of thoughts, but I just wanted to put it out there that you are a total bad ass. xx
Your Japanese class is crazy, you're learning one language from another language you're learning! AAAH
Dude, i honestly wanna quit so bad! It's really hard as it is, and the German just makes it worse.
But i invested so much time and money already…