Cluttered

At the very end of last September, I received the keys to my new apartment, the first apartment I’ve ever really lived in by myself, and since then, it’s been a bit of a slow process in getting things into a state where I can actually feel like I’m comfortable and, well, in a liveable space. I have been abusing the generosity of my friends the past few weekends to get things moved over and first and foremost: thank you to those who helped get my piles of crap (of which there admittedly were not that many) from the old apartment to the new one, despite apartment B having exactly one less elevator than apartment A. So where does that leave me at the current state? Well, as I sit in my slightly dim living room, given the state of Berlin’s current stratospheric alignment, I have four partially unpacked and disorderly boxes to my right, a slightly collapsing clothes rack to my left, a damn fine recliner in front of me (coupled with a really love side table which is just the end of the box…

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