It has been a week. One long, stressful, joyous, tense and completely upside down kind of a week, both in my personal life and the lives of many in my home country.
Let me start with what’s closest to me, like about five feet away.
I like to write.
It has been a week. One long, stressful, joyous, tense and completely upside down kind of a week, both in my personal life and the lives of many in my home country.
Let me start with what’s closest to me, like about five feet away.
Some of my Cleveland people might recognize the black version of this from my years of Muay Thai posts.
I know, I should have used that money for furniture, at least for a couch. And I know, this wasn’t the most financially savvy move I could have made, especially in the midst of moving. Also, I already have the black one, so why did I buy another one, right?
Hear me out.
Two weeks ago, the apartment search ended. Not in the way that I expected it to end, or where for that matter, but after twenty apartments I can finally quit wondering if I will wind up homeless.
The bad news is that I will be moving out of Düsseldorf.
The good news is, I found a place inside of this stunning old Krefeld house, built in 1899.