1 Month in the new home & saying good bye

You know it, you simply know it when things are meant to be, don't you? 

One of the most vivid memories of moving home when I was a kid, is a sense of stagnation, of deep immobility, wrapping my heart tight - I did not like it, and it didn't fade quickly, either. And since we used to move quite often, well, it made the whole experience unpleasant over and over again. 

I was so sure I wasn't going to experience that old feeling this time! But deep inside, way below the surface, somehow, I feared the old friend was coming.

My current morning routine: coffee (a lot) and some visual inspiration

Well, it didn't :) A month has passed since we've moved in and it's so natural being here, it's like I've lived at The Venetian Apartment forever.

The way the marble floor feels under my feet - and the sound it makes when I step onto the boards in the bedrooms... so familiar. Gestures that should be new and that kind of require some time to adjust to, like searching for the light switch in the wrong spot - or not knowing instinctively which the cutlery drawer is, or showering in a bathroom where the towel doesn't sit where you're used to putting it... so silly right? Yet, it's not happening. 

Let me introduce you to the "parrot wallpaper"
It did wonders for the tiny new kitchen!

How on earth have we adjusted so quickly! A month in and when I look back I can barely recall how it was living in the old place. 

To be honest, I was expecting some sort of nostalgia, but hey, no! Apparently, this girl simply couldn't wait any longer to start her life over - there's no time to waste looking in the wrong direction! 

I did say a proper goodbye, though - and I even cried (just a little).

I remember that moment very clearly. It was the day before we handed back the keys to the landlord. My mother in law had come to lend a hand with all the deep cleaning and the fixing things here and there. We had painted all the walls ourselves, and, I must admit, it was a bit messy. So, I was grateful for someone coming to the rescue!

Time to leave

At the end of the day, with beautiful golden light flowing into the open doors and windows, we toured the now empty house. Room by room. Silently, in my mind, I thanked it for all it did for us. All the laughter, and the tears we shed. So much has happened in five years we stayed there. We changed, we grew, we argued... and eventually, we stuck together and moved on hand in hand.

So, even though I didn't love the place, it's witnessed a big chunk of our journey together as a couple - and for that, I'll be forever grateful.

Goodbye old friend, it's time to move on!