I left my large apartment in the middle of town where I lived with my girlfriend and my cute little dog, where I had everything I needed around me and went to band practice. By th time I came home, due to some very vicious, unresearched (and most importantly untrue) rumors I came home to find my whole live packed into bags and me no longer living there.
After about a month of being homeless 'Arr Lad Kristoffer found me an apartment to move into - what a downsize and what a change!
It's somewhere to live but it's pokey, dark, in a loft so the walls or slanted and everything is out of reach and impossible to clean. Nothing works, the windows leak and one of them doesn't open, I get kitten-sized spiders running over my floor, mice eating my food - the shared toilet is like something from Trainspotting. Th eone saving grace is my neighbors are all really friendly and great (apart from one but she moved) and it's in a great area.
But....to be fair, after the rough start has been the best months of my life.
I knew it in the back of my mind, but I think I was just too scared to jump and admit it to myself but my "former life" was something I was not happy with and longed to change. I felt like I was fooling myself to try and think I was happy and nothing was really what I wanted.
And since then, I have found what I wanted - and so I move on again!
Since then I have met the wonderful Mrs.Elk who is everything I could have ever dreamed of in a partner and will be leaving this small hole to go live in a dream apartment together with her - one we found together so this is a big step for the both of us and it's wonderful!
Packing up my stuff I realise who little I own here in Sweden - a few boxes of stuff, that's it!
So me and Mrs.Elk will be living together - expect a cheery blog of nothing but pictures of furniture and kittens....
...ahem.
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