Le Boyfriend and I are slowly filling up the apartment with furniture, decorations and things of the sort. Yes I know…. we moved here 3 months ago already, but baby steps my little grasshopper…baby steps.
One of my mayor issues with this “minimalistic” look, is that Le Boyfriend’s computer is now on our coffee table and given the way we have arrange things at the moment the only way to go from one end of the apartment to the other is by jumping over him and stepping over the couch (which has become quite annoying lately)
Since the moment I was born until I came to New Zealand, I’ve always lived in the same house, same neighbourhood, same room. I’ve never needed or wanted to move. This is why it’s still weird to think how in the last year I moved house three times already. To my grief I’ve also realised how much Sh#t (Pardon Le french) I’ve gathered in so little time, we moved almost every 6 months since I’ve arrived, the first time we just called a taxi to help us with our luggage, but now I feel we need to call a moving truck to help us out.