I have finally moved into my first own apartment.
Moving out of my parents house was harder than I thought. I was never someone who struggled with home sickness but rather wanderlust and never had any problems being far away from home.
This time however, it is totally different, I guess that´s because I am actually moving out for good.
The whole process of it however is very exciting. Buying new furniture, planning how to organize everything and packing up your things (yes, even that is exciting to me).
It happened on sunday.
We packed up two cars, one with all of the Ikea packages and the other with all of my other things like clothing and personal items.
It was a ridiculously weird feeling driving away from home even if I know that obviously I am coming back even if it is just for the weekend.
Luckily, I was granted to leave work for 2 days because of the move so I am able to settle in correctly.
