This whole moving and start a new job in a totally new country thing – it’s great. And it sucks. Mostly it’s great, tho.
I don’t even know where to start … basics seem like a safe choice. A house has been found and rented – and while it’s not really cheaper than my previous apartment, it’s got everything I missed before.
A huge kitchen:
K, admittedly, you only see a tiny corner of the actual pool there, but you can see The Rock.
That’s where I work – Gibraltar. Which is such a prominent mark in the landscape, you see it from pretty much everywhere.
Like, the beach:
Today, my things got delivered (hence the slightly chaotic state of my kitchen … ). Time to settle, to unpack, and finally get back to sewing!
Can’t wait, I tell you.