I've always thought that there would come a time when this blog would spring back to life, filled with posts about actual stuff going on in my life again and not just serve as a diet journal or gossiping of people more famous than I.
And I guess that time is now, because my life has passed through many many changes during the past few months and... and my mind is full now and needs t
o do some unloading.
So let me go back to April 2011. We sold our
apartment. My home, the place I grew up in and still love to every bit. A beautiful beach house with a sea view and lots of happy memories from my childhood, teenage years and my life as a student of medicine.
Now my parents and I live in a house with a garden, a house that we built, on the mountain in a suburb. It's bigger and it's brand new and I'm told I'll eventually get used to it and love it just as much.
Let's hope so.
Those moving days were completely awful for me. We had to split moving in two- because of all the furniture and the stuff that needed packing. Thankfully we hired people to do both the packing and the moving.. But still when those 8 people got into our apartment that fretful Monday morning in July, I just saw 8 people invading my home and taking my stuff away from my home.
Even worse, the plan was that I were to be on team "wait for the furniture in the new house" so I left quite early and waited in the empty new house. I kept stuffing myself with the cake my mum had made to wait for us in the fridge, to "sweeten" the beginning of our new life.
Most people lose weight while moving, I definitely bloated up.
When the furniture came in the late afternoon, the house looked even better than empty.
But then all tired up we drove home, for the last time in our apartment.
I opened the door to an empty living room.
I hated the whole thing. Thankfully my room had been left untouched. I closed the door to go to bed and kept the "hell" out.
I couldn't sleep that night. I kept thinking of memories way back when I was little.
Christmas, the first birthday I had my party there, my grandma visiting, my dad taking me to school, me hating the piano, walking in my sweats along the beach to the video store, sliding under the covers in my mums bed on a Friday after school when I was sick, studying to get into medical school, sitting exams, the morning we left for my graduation...
The day we came back from the US. I was only 7 and I had missed Greece and our sun and our sea and my home so much I couldn't wait. I woke up and started walking towards the living room. I remember my bare feet on the white tiles as I exited my room and I looked up at the best view of my life: through the glass doors of our living room the sparkling still sea on a bright day of June.
I loved that apartment so much at that moment I since then I have been very proud to live there.
I still am.
The second day of moving I stayed put. The flat was getting emptier and emptier and somehow it looked smaller to me.
All that was left was a chair for my mum and me to sit in taking turns, the radio playing music and tons of dust on our floor.
When we left I cried.
The new house felt so hard to live in with everything in boxes and being so far away from the center.
It's been already three months and a half now and I am starting to like certain stuff..
Although I do miss the sea.
The best thing in our new place is my little black labrador, Kevo.
I love him like I never thought I would and I never knew a dog could bring so much joy.
The new home is great, spacious, with great views of the sea too, although further away, and we came here by choice and in good health.
I can't wait to see it decorated for Christmas.
Bye bye house, thank you for the wonderful memories of a beautiful life so far.
I will always love you.
In my heart, you will always be my home too.
