“No way!”, was my friend Ingrid’s enthusiastic reaction when she walked into my new apartment. Ingrid and Jonna helped me move my four (?!) suitcases into the church where I now live. Because of my back I cannot really lift things now and the two were very nice to carry my stuff, go grocery shopping with me (we got a little lost strolling through the charming quarter the church is in) and then have a three-people-housewarming dinner.
I now live in an apartment that I probably never will be able to afford in the future. Ingrid kept standing by the window and said, “I just want to stand here and gaze at the view”. Fine with me. The furniture is, eh, original, and it feels like I should clean everything, so no, it is not as spectacular as on the photos, but still my new place is amazing so far. It is very spacious for one person (we could not agree on a number, guesses range from 50 to 80 sqm) and it feels very nice to be living in a little Swedish enclave. Just now I was sitting on the couch listening to Bo Kaspers Orkester and reading Kyrkobladet. Think about it, I will have the shortest way ever to choir practice tomorrow, and I will never have to wake up early on Sundays because mass is exactly one stair down.
It feels like I have made one more step towards the life I want to have. There is still much room for improvement (own furniture, long-term renting contract, cleanliness, hifi system that is not a glass, etc) but I really enjoy having my own dining table: