Our new home is bigger than what we have now, has two storeys and a small garden. All I ever wished for. What I didn’t realize is that even though our Amsterdam apartment is small, we use all of the space in a very active way because it’s on the same level. The doors are always open and every room is easy accessible. J glides from one to another, literally. That’s different when you have stairs to climb. Therefor J will have the biggest room, so it will be a place for her to sleep and play.
Everywhere I look I see shit. Shitloads of shit. Only 4 weeks left before we move to our new place. Slightly bigger than our little house in Amsterdam, but no place to store things and less wall space to arrange our furniture. So I guess we’re screwed, because there’s no way in hell it will all fit.
Maybe for the better, because maaaaaaaan we (I) own a lot of stuff covered in dust. And I never missed any of it. It makes me a little sick to see this material overkill. Even sicker thinking of me buying all of it in the past, thinking I really need it and quite happy with myself knowing I can buy everything I want.