There Is No Place Like Home

There is really nothing like feeling at home!!!

After weeks of looking for a new place to live I finally found an apartment.
I will be honest here the first time I saw it I never thought I would ever be able to love it. It had ugly furniture, and it was small (it felt small), and after four years of living in a place I loved dearly I was just not quite sure I was ready for a new beginning.
I hate moving, wait, and let me rephrase that I HATE MOVING!!!!
Packing is just not my thing, I don’t travel as much I would like because I hate packing my things, the sight of a suit case makes my heart sick.
So besides not feeling very particular about this apartment I also did not feel too happy about packing and moving.
Friday just arrived way too soon for me this past week.
After signing the contract I came home to a half empty, dirty, dusty apartment!
I guess that’s when it hit me that my tribulations were about to start.
CLEANING!
Oh yeah, I cleaned, and cleaned and cleaned and did some more cleaning till I crashed on my sofa at 4am feeling quite like Cinderella did.
The joy I felt after I finished cleaning the bathtub in my bathroom is quite indescribable, a feeling of accomplishment. Jeez better than climbing the Everest I am telling y’all.
Saturday I went to my old house and packed with my friend, and I wanted to die!
How does one person collect so much crap in a tiny room for four years beats me. I did though and cleaning up was not fun. It turns out I always complain about not having anything decent to wear, and regardless of the fact most of my clothes are not decent for the kind of job I do, I still have A LOT of decent, normal, clothes to wear.
And shoes, man I have more shoes than I can wear, so I must cut on the shoe buying.
Today, Sunday, the day of rest…I spent it cleaning my kitchen, which was by far my least favorite part, I would probably eradicate kitchens if I had it my way. They have a way of getting dirty and disgusting so fast. After almost 6 hours with a break here and there I was done, with a sparkling clean kitchen. I am not intending of going in there to have fun cooking any time soon, because I don’t want to have to clean it in the next 2 months.
Right now I am sitting on my sofa with my blanky and a hot cup of tea, writing and feeling peaceful with my lit candles and nice fluffy rug under my feet (the one luxury I wasted money with for my house, just because I wanted to not had to).
I feel so very happy for the first time in a long time I get to call home mine.
It’s MY house, MY place, and MY home. I like the way it sounds and I sure as heck like the way it feels, and even though I hated all the packing, the cleaning, the organizing and even though my room is still a mess so I have to sleep on the sofa, and it will take the whole week to get everything in order I feel HAPPY!!!!!So very HAPPY!!!!!I would not have it any other way.
Home Sweet Home!
What an awesome thing!