One little box, two little boxes…

Honey, are you done yet?! No, I some more boxes…

Honey, are you done yet?! No, I some more boxes…
Honey, are you done yet?! No, I some more boxes…
Sounds like baby’s moving in.. with many more boxes than I expected.. at some moment I was wondering where would it all fit in..

Good he brought some pans though, I don’t have any! I had his, now I’m having more of his.. lights, chairs, side table, this and that, guitars for the sound, more sound.. more, more!
Wow! Man, we need a new house! It definitely won’t fit in! so my sailorboy needed to move some things away to a special storing place till the time we get a bigger one ;)

Guitar is cool though...
We then realized we didn’t have anything for our books and cd’s. So we went visit the famous Ikea. On a Sunday! Fu%*&$# s((&$t!! Can you imagine the crowd! The people, the phobia, the stress, the sweat! OMG!! Killing yourself now is better! We mentally prepared for the argues we’d have, for the entire phobia’s and much more to come. Instead we were quick, I got anxious once, him once, him at the beginning, me at the end, for the rest, it was fine; we targeted our stuff and ignored the crowd. We Did Survive!! This must be the renewal of a beautiful relationship…

Chips & Champagne or The BIG Move-In

It’s a wonderful spring morning.. the house buzz in on – my housemate’s moving out to another place. I’m moving in my new house. We’re running up and down with luggage, boxes, clothes, food, ridiculous items, like candles, pots and wipers, umbrellas and shoes. Man, it’s going to be a long day!!

Stefan and Anna just arrived. She says if you’re eating pineapple in the morning you keep fit all day.. I should be eating that more often (?!) Anna’s van is going to accommodate all the big and small boxes, luggage, clothes-full garbage bags, shopping bags, installations and my huge make-up bag. I came to the Netherlands with 1 (as in ONE) suitcase. I now seem to have 20 little suitcases and boxes altogether.. Anna was shocked, she thought it was also

other’s people things.. oh no!! so coming down the stairs begins!!

If you’ve never been in Amsterdam, you need to know that the tight space conditions have prevented the Dutch to extend much in what houses are regarded. They have tiny steep staircases which are making you dizzy, if you’re not used to it.. After one month, you could walk drunk on them, nothing happens.. Anyhow, I lived on the first floor, but the entrance was on the second floor – so I needed to take everything up the stairs. First floor to second floor, just to get it down thereafter from the second floor to the car. Man, I’m so glad I don’t live at the 4th floor!! That is, especially since I packed everything but a pair of high-heal shoes which I needed to wear eventually. Very smart, I know! My girlfriend asks – hey, Oana, do you always wear high heals when you’re moving out?! Haha-funny!

After 3 hours of carrying around things, I tell you, it’s not funny!! It’s also unbelievable the grand Chevrolett cannot have all my junk; we need to make it in two-goes! My arms hurt, my feet hurt, this is more difficult than I thought it’d be.. but hey! I have my friends and family! They’re helping me out!

We finally brought all in! we’re having a champagne celebration and chips! I realize that’s all I’ve eaten that morning, I was way too excited about everything and I had already emptied my fridge… We’re enjoying the view, talking about how the house will look like when everything’s in place and fancy about everything in there.. so far I have the kitchen equipped, a big dressing and curtains that I’ve bought from the previous owners.

I have my own coffee machine, but all the plates and glasses, pans and cooking items, even forks and knives are from my sailorboy. My uncle brought me a mattress, so I’m all settled for sleeping and cooking. Later on I improvise a box-table and that’s my own private little house!!

What am I going to do with my books then?! Well I need something! So we go to Villa ArenA again and buy some shelves and a lamp that Anna fits as hair dryer. Cool! But now really, I’m fine! We finish up the champagne and have some more chips.. we need some decent celebration! We’re celebrating at the Ethiopian’s the Orthodox way!

And then - I’m in!

Step In

Would you like to see where I live?! This is how it all started.. as you’re going to travel soon, for God-knows-how-long, would you like to live with me for the next almost about 3 weeks and rivers of tears away?! Step in, my boy! And he said yes! It was such a happy and sad moment! It felt like losing my virginity, like being grown-up and playing games, like hide-and-seek, like full and empty. I stuck some of my clothes amongst others and made some too little free space in the closet. Well, it should be enough for a man. And then I stopped thinking about it! It just happened! I went on with my life, with trying to do some jogging, with studying more and more, with leaving my assignments for the last moment, with talking for too much time on the phone with my uncle and The Hague friends..