A moving weekend

Just made it through a…what’s a good synonym of horrible, well let’s just stick to horrible – it was a horrible, horrible weekend. It was the weekend of us moving into a new apartment.

We know the picture above is not from our horrible moving weekend, but we didn’t make one during the relocation. Sue us. This one is from Tenerife. We like to remember life before the move.

Do you know the feeling, when you’re just so consumed with one thing that’s happening in your life RIGHT NOW, that you forget something else ever happened, will happen or will ever be important to you in your life?

Well to us it was this weekend. We felt like moving into this new apartment was our Everest. Like our purpose in life was to move into the new apartment, clean it and then furnish it. And afterwards – BLANK. There was no past, there was no future – just a dirty messy apartment. Major fun, we're telling you. We actually am now thinking about starting a career in that field – the relocation business.

We hate packing a bag. We hate packing our purse. We even hate packing the groceries into a bag. Call us unorganized, lazy, messy, homeless…whatever. We don’t care. We had to figure out how to pack a whole apartment within 7 hours, how to lift things 10 times our weight even though we are not an ant and how to fit the stuff from an overcrowded big apartment into a smaller one, even though we are not a shrinker.

We'll tell you what we are – we are a human being who during the last 5 days has avoided showering, clean clothes, sunlight, fruits, vegetables, make up, hair brushes, internet, sleep, rest and other human beings. In our defense – other human beings have been avoiding us too – must have been the smell we exude.

Although some nice people did throw some coins into our furniture while it was moved from one place to the other. We guess they were expecting us to perform – because we're Bulgarian they know – we’re good at lifting and cleaning. Well during the last 5 days we gave the audience the show of their lives. All the furniture is in the right place, the apartment is spotless and soon it’s time to take a shower, which now we're kinda afraid of and we feel nervous.

What we did not avoid during the last 5 days were the same baggy clothes we had on for 5 consecutive days, dirty socks, hair done in a messy quite greasy bun, hammering, lifting, painting the walls, cleaning up and scrubbing the floors of an apartment, someone else left dirtier than Christina Aguilera. We ate a lot of cheese, white bread, coffee and sugar loaded bad-quality store-bought desserts. Mhhmmm.

Yay us.

Other than that the apartment is great – the kitchen, most important room in the apartment for us – we swear, we could live in a kitchen, or at least have a mini fridge in our room – is small, but functional, although aside from making some sandwiches we haven’t used it much yet. But this is going to change, once we have the fridge. Up until now, we've kept the things cold either on the terrace or next to our heart.

We don’t have curtains yet and can’t sleep because the street is brighter than a Christmas tree. Why does the post office across the street need to let its lights on all night, although it’s closed? That’s just wrong. In so many ways. And sadistic. That ugly bright yellow light. Makes us wanna explore our newly adopted hammering skills a little further.

To end on a good note – we love the new apartment and looking into the future we know that while important moving into the new apartment is not the only reason we exist.