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Yes, it’s sorted, I’m moving again in about three weeks. I found a lovely apartment – old building, high ceilings, wooden floors & three separate rooms – in Neukölln and yes, this time it’s going to be a flatshare. It’s weird, I’ve been living on my own for almost three years now & I’m pretty much used being alone and independent. Still I recently felt it was time for a change, I met people I could actually imagine living with and, as trivial as it might sound, I got incredibly bored of my life. Again. As always. I’ve never lived anywhere for much longer than a year since I moved out, I get excited about new things easily but get bored again way too soon.

We still need to paint which is something I’ve never done before but looking forward to for some weird reason. Just as much as I’m looking forward to our massive housewarming party & properly living with other people. I don’t know what I would do if I didn’t constantly change my life in some significant way, I’d probably be dead by now or at least at the age of 30 (Just naturally dying at the age of 30 is an idea I’ve had since my early teenage years, maybe because I always thought it’d be too much of a hassle to bear all this for much longer. Or because I was convinced my lifestyle would never be healthy enough to make me survive that long, which was just recently proven wrong by Ozzy Osbourne).