Like a Blur
These last weeks seem like a blur to me. I realize I don’t have nearly as much time for myself as I am used to having. We’re wandering through furniture stores have some guys plan a kitchen for us (though we plan to buy only one, but we’d like to have options, so there), already carry boxes from our old apartment to the new one.
Time flies by and I have no idea how long it will be until we finally move and how much work it’s going to be, when we’ll finally be ready, how much it’s gonna cost. There are so many things on my mind that my only solution to avoid going crazy is just taking one step after another and constantly reminding myself that nothing really bad can happen and it’s all going to work out. Because seriously, what more could go wrong than us having to live without a kitchen for a few weeks. That’s about the worst case scenario I could come up with and considering that we’re surrounded by take away restaurants and my mother already mentioned they have a spare fridge in the basement that we can borrow, that’s not exactly that bad.
I’m also wondering if it’s finally safe to post some pictures of the apartment or if that could somehow jinx something. You know, I’m not superstitious. I’m just being careful. Totally different, right?