I'm totally used to this city living thing. Crowded public transportation is warmer in the winter, the abilty to walk everywhere is super convenient, and little apartments are easier to clean. I can honestly say that I love it. I still need to work on going grocery shopping more frequently. I always end up buying everything all at once and have to lug 14 grocery bags up our three flights of stairs and shove it into our mini-fridge. Oh America, how you've spoiled me.
But really, I love the train and trams and buses and seeing people, all of the time. I love being able to ride my bike and my scooter around town (no not the Vespa moped kind of scooter, I mean a Razor scooter. The kind that you accidentally whacked against your ankle as a kid. Other adulty, grown people ride them around the city too, not just me and Jesse, so yeah, it's cool- WE'RE COOL).
And I love our tiny apartment. It's our first home together and it's my favourite.
We have a shoe-box sized bedroom and our water closet is even tinier, but we've got really high ceilings, a pretty large kitchen for European standards, amazing natural light, pretty white walls and a home filled with love, what else could we need?! Maybe, a cat you say? I'm working on convincing Jesse that a cat would complete our home purrr-fectly. Not to mention I'd get to cross off # 8 on my bucket list.
But, as our traveling days are again soon upon us, we will temporarily put the cat ordeal on hold and soon will say farewell to this home that we created and lived in for the past 3 years. I am partly excited for the adventure and half of me is afraid and nervous for all of the uncertainty in our near futures, but as a sweet friend reminded me, "Great things never come from comfort zones."
She's absolutely right. So here we go.