A while ago I filed a letter to my landlord noticing my moving out. Moving in to a new place as a way of inspiration for starting fresh and committing myself to life in Saarbruecken for another year. Ever since, I get excited with the thought of a cozy flat where I'll feel home in cold German winter, at the same time I hate to admit that I get anxious about the whole moving out project. Was that the right decision to make--I mean to stay a bit longer in Germany--and will I find a cozy little place close to the ground? (Now I live on 6th floor!) And this doubt has everything to do with ridiculously unrelated other things in my head like X, Y, and Z... you know.
I love well decorated places that state something about the owner. Mint green sofa, pop art chandelier, dark chocolate wooden floor, wide and long table with vintage chairs of different colors, bed sheets in different shades of whites, soap bar that is so unique... but now I'm feeling a bit little depressed because my place is something so far away from that. I miss my antique wall paper with wainscoting decoration back home.
Cheer up!
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