We’re settling down quite well in the new flat. As I write, I am surrounded by cardboard, bags, luggage and half built furniture.
This is our 9th move in 5 years. I changed 9 homes.
Photo credit: Saskia Keultjes
It can seem fascinating and interesting and intriguing and adventurous, but the truth is that most of all it’s tiring. It’s tiring to pack and unpack constantly, to know that yet again this is a “temporary” accommodation and that soon, a year maximum, we will be on the move again.
This time though, we are in a truly beautiful flat and I am glad we got to furnish it to our taste. I can’t wait for it to be finished! There is plenty of light, we have huge windows here. Oh, and we are some 300 metres from Regent’s park so…I can’t really complain.
I can’t wait to have the stove and oven installed, so I will be finally able to cook something! We’ve been eating fridge food and take away for a week now and I can’t take it anymore: I need my pasta!!
I know I never mention my son in my posts, I do it because I want to keep him out of the Internet for as long as possible. It is already a battle everyday to get people NOT to put his pictures on Social Networks. I am actually the happiest I have ever been and it’s thanks to him, my little boy 🙂