T-minus 16 days.
Deutschland here I come. or should I say we?
A year and a half ago, after a 4 year relationship, I was moving into my very own apartment. The excitement of independence and emancipation was unimaginable. I mean I didn't realize how bad the relationship had gotten until I was living on my own and realized the decision to commit an entire masters thesis on the topic of "female masturbation" wasn't a coincidence.
With my masters degree in hand and nothing but a faulty moped to move me and my 7 suitcases crammed with clothes, I moved into an apartment that screamed "fresh out of college!" I loved it for the 4 days I lived there until the mold in the ceiling poisoned my lungs.
This was me when I was first single. Obviously I'm stoked.
Around this time I had met Laurens, he built me a closet (the only decent thing In that moldy shart cave), I took it down two days later when I requested for the mold to be removed from the ceiling and was told I would have to live with it. Lucky for me I was seeing multiple gentlemen at the time and one in particular was ever so lovely and ever so muscular. 7 suitcases 2 gates 3 flights of stairs, one doggy door, and what turned out to be the last time I ever saw that guy, i was on my merry way to apartment #2. Were going to call this one: Mouse House.
And then..... my life changed
und the rest is for another blog post.