Finally, after 142 days of living in a hotel, I have an apartment. I made my first meal (ratatouille, fake chicken, salad) here on Sunday and slept here for the first time last night, Monday. Currently, I’m sitting on the balcony drinking my second glass of wine. We don’t have school tomorrow because of a state holiday, so it seemed like the perfect thing to do.
Finally, after 142 days of living in a hotel, I feel lighthearted and settled and content to be where I am, doing what I’m doing.
It’s about time.