It's been a quiet few weeks, readers, because I've quite frankly been struggling to find something to write about when my days pass in a summer-lull and the days blend together until the entire week feels like Friday.
But, a few days ago I read that people had camped outside our local bank for the entire weekend to secure themselves an apartment in the new complex they are building. This building is situated in the middle of my town, a town which features newspaper headlines like «Pig on the lose» and I find it about as interesting as a piece of lint.
I must confess that when I read about these enthusiastic first-time buyers who wanted to live in my little home town-I panicked. I couldn't imagine how I would ever mange to leave the nest if people flocked in from the “great” cities because this little corner of the world was the only place they could afford!
My nest-syndrome now plays out in a sudden desire to redecorate my room. When in doubt-make changes. In the past few days I've made some acquisitions, gotten rid of furniture when I bought when I was 14 (!) and dredged up a lot of treasures (or so I hope)!
As many of you I have also experienced living in dorms at University. The first dorm I lived in was a piece of fungi and asbestos infested communist-inspired little den where I shared two toilets, one shower, two hot-plates and one oven with five other girls. Luckily, these were the best room-mates ever, being a lawyer, a priest, a zoologist, a doctor-to-be and a food-geographer. My next flat featured girl-who-only-eats-mac-and-cheese and girl-who's-entire-room-is pink and other less dubious flatmate which I seldom saw. All in all, living like this and moving every year leaves you devoid of a sense of style because the only thing you own are things you can fit into four boxes and a trunk and you've lived in these tiny dorms which doesn't allow for any sense of decoration besides choosing your own posters and the colour of your bed-spreads.
So, I do not think I have a sense of style, but I sorta know what I like and what I don't like. Unfortunately living at home means I won't be able to use the plates and cutlery I'd like, the color scheme in our corridor is abysmal and the less said about the kitchen is better. The only upside is the well-stocked fridge and the no-rent.
And of course, the cat.
Every furniture has been pre-approved by the Cat
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