Since december, I have got my name on a paper, an official paper, saying that I am the lease holder of an appartment. My first real appartment. The place where I am / we are going to live at least one year. I am a person who can feel herself at home pretty quick and almost everywhere but there is a time when moving a lot can become a problem. When it is not a self aware kind of choice.
I loved all these years (more than ten years already!) living with people, sharing a flat with friends, with strangers, sleeping on my brothers/friends couches. Having the possibility to pack my bag and being the next day to a new place, a new city, a new country was the freedom I did choose for many years.
Since september, I am working in Paris and happily pregnant. The time has come to settle down for a while. Surprisingly, I feel relief. Because we have plans, we are becoming parents and I am not by myself and living just for me anymore. Time has come and I finally know what it is like to have a purpose bigger than my own little person. It feels pretty amazing.
I feel so lucky. A place where I can go anytime! Where I can cook! Where I can put my stuff on the walls and light some candles whenever I want to! Where I can paint and draw! Where I can clean up after my own mess!