Me and my babe!
Cleaning out my room, putting my life into boxes.
It kinda feels really weird that I’m moving out from my parents house (finally). I feel both happy and sad. I mean, this is my home!
I live in a beautiful big red house on the west coast of Sweden.
We have the sea not far from here. Beautiful lakes and the forest.
I’m going to miss it all.
And all the beautiful animals around here. Elks, foxes, rabbits, eagles, deers, and even a few wolves!
I really love the country. I’ve lived here my entire life.
Luckily, I won’t be moving far away so I can always come visiting.
I’m just so afraid if my parents will sell the house. My dad is 70 years old.
I don’t know for how long he will manage to look after the house and our really big garden.
I should seriously stop worrying so much.
I need this. I need to move, start my own life,
I guess I’m just nervous. I’m not just moving, I’m moving in with a guy.
This is getting serious!
But serious in a good way. I really love him :)
And I know everything will be just fine. he always looks after me and we made it clear that we talk about everything. Don’t know what I would do without him! <3