This Sunday is going to be a special one, I guess. I have been living in this apartment for eight months. Although I arranged most parts of it (except the kitchen, which is still ugly and old) due to my own special taste und needs, it never really felt like a home. Additionally I spent a crazy and useless three-month-period addicted to a hopeless idea, which never could come true. I realized it from the very beginning, but couldn’t resist and had to try the bitter sweet temptation. Of course I failed and it was hard to realize I had invested so much time and emotions in nothing more than an idea.
Anyway, a friend of mine helped me to recover what I am actually looking for and I am so happy about it. It feels like “coming home” after an exhausting journey and so does my apartment. It is full of sunshine, confidence and courage. I have overlooked these assets for such a long time but now I am going to enjoy them as much as I can. I hope you may call a fantastic place your home as well and may feel the same gratitude as I do. I am finally at home, I am nearly crying. Have a nice Sunday.