And so, here I am.
I'm writing from my kitchen.
It's weird, let me tell you.
I told you I cried a river the Saturday we moved in, because I left my old life. Nobody told me that part of moving in, but I discovered that everyone passed through it.
Packing your old life (almost 30 years), well it's not easy.
But then Sunday came, and I woke up in our house.
And suddenly a week has passed by.
We celebrated our 7th anniversary with a travel in Bruges and Bruxelles.
Internet came into our house.
The first cake has been baked.
The first movie has been seen (Shrek 3rd).
The first sun dried our clothing.
We went to our first grocery shopping.
The first flower has bloomed.
And this house is turning into a home.