Last updated on April 6th, 2017 at 11:22 am
Just made it through a…what’s a good synonym of horrible, well let’s just stick to horrible – it was a horrible, horrible weekend. It was the weekend of me moving into a new apartment.
I know the picture above is not from my horrible moving weekend, but I didn’t make one during the relocation. Sue me. This one is from Tenerife. I like to remember life before the move.
Do you know the feeling, when you’re just so consumed with one thing that’s happening in your life RIGHT NOW, that you forget something else ever happened, will happen or will ever be important to you in your life?
Well to me it was this weekend. I felt like moving into this new apartment was my Everest. Like my purpose in life was to move into the new apartment, clean it and then furnish it. And afterwards – BLANK. There was no past, there was no future – just a dirty messy apartment. Major fun, I’m telling you. I actually am now thinking about starting a career in that field – the relocation business.
I hate packing a bag. I hate packing my purse. I even hate packing the groceries into a bag. Call me unorganized, lazy, messy, homeless…whatever. I don’t care. I had to figure out how to pack a whole apartment within 7 hours, how to lift things 10 times my weight even though I am not an ant and how to fit the stuff from an overcrowded big apartment into a smaller one, even though I am not a shrinker.
I’ll tell you what I am – I am a human being who during the last 5 days has avoided showering, clean clothes, sunlight, fruits, vegetables, make up, hair brushes, internet, sleep, rest and other human beings. In my defense – other human beings have been avoiding me too – must have been the smell I exude.
Although some nice people did throw some coins into my furniture while it was moved from one place to the other. I guess they were expecting me to perform – because I’m Bulgarian they know – we’re good at lifting and cleaning. Well during the last 5 days I gave the audience the show of their lives. All the furniture is in the right place, the apartment is spotless and soon it’s time to take a shower, which now I’m kinda afraid of and I feel nervous.
What I did not avoid during the last 5 days were the same baggy clothes I had on for 5 consecutive days, dirty socks, hair done in a messy quite greasy bun, hammering, lifting, painting the walls, cleaning up and scrubbing the floors of an apartment, someone else left dirtier than Christina Aguilera. I ate a lot of cheese, white bread, coffee and sugar loaded bad-quality store-bought desserts. Mhhmmm.
Other than that the apartment is great – the kitchen, most important room in the apartment for me – I swear, I could live in a kitchen, or at least have a mini fridge in my room – is small, but very functional, although aside from making some sandwiches I haven’t used it much yet. But this is going to change, once I have the fridge. Up until now, I’ve kept the things cold either on the terrace or next to my heart.
I don’t have curtains yet and can’t really sleep because the street is brighter than a Christmas tree. Why does the post office across the street need to let its lights on all night, although it’s closed? That’s just wrong. In so many ways. And sadistic. That ugly bright yellow light. Makes me wanna explore my newly adopted hammering skills a little further.
To end on a good note – I love the new apartment and looking into the future I know that while important moving into the new apartment is not the only reason I exist.
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