First visitors!

Today, Mary Poppins *) and I welcomed our first visitors!

Of course, the ladies who helped me move in had seen the place in various stages of cardboardboxfulness,  but when the bell rang today, my knitterly friend Ameria and her family arrived to see my new "pad".

They had only been to my last but one dwelling once. I didn't dare to ask them back, as the state of that place deteriorated due to my worsening depression. But this isn't a blog dedicated to The Black Dog.

Today we had an entertaining yet relaxed afternoon.

It's been three weeks now since I told my ex-partner that I needed to move out and had indeed already found an apartment. Three busy weeks preparing and executing the move, buying household items and furniture, while still keeping social appointments in Brussels, Tournai and Charleroi (locations I'd have never thought I'd ever visit voluntarily). As things calm down a little, I'm slowly realizing that I really did it. After 17 years of serial monogamy I'm finally single.

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I named my apartment Mary Poppins because of its views over the rooftops of Ostend.

Love...

The last 2 weeks have been a bit hectic. Lots of things to figure out, assemble, install, order and organize.
Luckily there was also room for musings like the following:

Love is a marketing trick.
Hollywood, Hallmark and the music industry use it to incite us to spend money.
Our brains use it to make us propagate the species.
Brains are actually parasites.
There's a huge percentage of our brain we cannot access - alien, much?
Or we're a race of machines designed to feed and take care of the ultimate Goa'uld - CATS.

Whatever you do, don't blink!

Moving Day

"The first day of the rest of your life", they say.

If ever I had such a day, it was today.
After 16 years of (more or less) serial monogamy, I moved out of the house I shared with my boyfriend (in German we would say, "Lebensabschnittsgefährte" = companion for a phase in life) this afternoon.

Now the view across the rooftops is really mine.