I’m moving in about two weeks and I’m starting to get really excited. I am so through with my current place. I cannot wait until I get the keys, that will be fabulous. I’m going from being really happy that I get to decorate a whole house to being anxious, because it’s so much bigger than my apartment, and hoping that I will not still sit in an undecorated house in three months because I got tired of working on it. I know I can’t have it perfect after just a couple of days, but I do have visions, and I want to try to realize them.

Like my office/library/guest room. I really want an Expedit shelf from Ikea, I have sort of fallen in love with them. I want it in white, but my desk is black, so I’m not sure if I should go with black instead. I want to colour-code all my books, which is something I’ve seen online and it just looks so great. I think that’s one of the main things I’m looking forward to, having all my books with me again. Right now, my place is way too small, and they are still in my parents’ basement. I can’t even really remember what books I have, and it will be so exciting finding out.

I also want to do something special with the bathroom. It has quite a strange shape, sort of long and not very wide. And it also basically consists of three different rooms. Bathtub, sink, and washer are in the first one, then there’s another sink in another little room which leads to a third little room with the toilet. I know I can do something fun with it, I just don’t know what exactly yet. I should browse flickr! for some ideas.

And then there is the largest room, the livingroom. I have some ideas, but I’m not sure they are appropriate for a room into which I might invite guests. Then again, it’s my house, and I should be comfortable in it. The room itself is quite bright, but I would like to add some dark elements to it.

I wish it was already two weeks from now.

I’m moving in three months, and while that is still a (long) while to go, I already know exactly where I am going to put what and how and anyway. I am really looking forward to it. The livingroom in the new house will be about the size of my current livingroom, diningroom and bedroom combined, and much brighter. I will have three bedrooms, one of which will be my library/office and another one will be Charlie’s room. Yes, my dog is a tad spoiled, but I’ve learned my lesson with my current apartment. The kitchen, livingroom and dining room in it are all open, and I have nowhere to leave him when I go somewhere, so it’s always a game of “I wonder what will be broken or ripped when I get back?”, and that’s so not nice. So I’m looking forward to having a whole room for him to stay in when he’s by himself. Maybe I’ll put some hot bitches on the walls for him.

I’m happy to know that I’m getting along really well with all the other living beings in the new building. Mostly because the only other human being living there is my sister, and that’s just really cool. Her house and my future house are attached, so while they are in the same building, they are still separate, with separate entrances and no way to get from one to the other except by using the front doors. Basically, there are three floors in the house, four if you include the attic. My sister has the ground floor and the second floor (third if you’re North American) and I will have the second (third for NAs) and third (fourth, etc.) floors. That probably sounds really confusing, but they are old houses, and the way they built in the past, they are kind of intertwinded, so in my future library, if you open the closet, you can actually see the bottom side of my sister’s stairs. It’s fun.

And somehow, we’ll get her cats and my dog accquainted as well.
I hope.
My dog loves cats. He would run far after for them.

She does have one outlaw cat though, and since my dog used to be an outlaw as well, they might just get along. Elvis and Charlie.

So anyway, I will be so relieved when I am done with my current place and have moved in above the crazy cat lady. I’m not on good terms with my current landlord (anymore), and there is nothing that sucks quite as much as going home when you don’t feel at home.

Except going home to Tom Cruise, perhaps.