Today or well technically yesterday since it’s over 12am, I officially moved!
The funny thing is that when we were done moving my stuff I realised that it’s exactly ONE year ago since I was my fiancé’s place for the first time. 24th March 2017 I visited his place the first time and I moved into his place 24th March 2018.
This day have been absolutely exhausting. We were supposed to wake up at 8am but my lovely fiancé turned the alarm off. I woke up at 12pm instead, which meant I had A LOT to do on a short amount of time. We had to finish the packing, do the dishes, wash the flat and dismantle the bed in just two hours. Thankfully my wonderful fiancé and two of my friends helped me out.
The night before moving I had a lot of mixed feelings. I’m going to miss the place but mostly all my friends (and the dogs). I’m so used to just being able to walk out of the door and meet my friends at any time but now I will be more limited. I will also miss the people I don’t talk to that much but still enjoy their company, and that makes me sad because I know we will barely talk now that I moved.
We managed to pack, clean, move all my stuff and unpack pretty fast. Now I just have to go through all of my clothes and sort them. Not looking forward to that. I have way too much clothes and I’m probably going to donate a lot of them. But for now all I want is a good night sleep.
(I can’t wait to start my life with you, let the journey begin.)