I am typing this from my new apartment

Can you say, O - M - G? It feels completely weird.

The Harbor Vacation, Part Three and accounts on our family vacation in Maastricht as well as my moving into my new place in Aachen are coming soon.

Right now, though: I have never lived in a building with multiple apartments and I feel as though I should try to keep as quiet as possible so to not disturb the others or anything.

My stomach also feels really weird and upset. I guess I’m just excited and overwhelmed by the things up ahead. I’m just throwing this out there: taking out the garbage, doing the dishes and doing laundry, shopping for groceries, cleaning the toilet.

Now, I know any self-respecting person should learn to do these things one day (preferably before their 18th birthday but who’s keeping count, right?) and I moved out of my parents’ house, among other things, to do just that: care for myself and be responsible. But right now it feels impossibe to handle all the things that come with running one’s own household and, most of all, taking full responsibility for every thing going on in one’s life.

Let’s just say it: of course it’s scary.

It smells different and the light switches, where are they? Who ever thought of putting it on that side of the door? Everytime I turn around to face the small hallway, I am surprised to see that I have my own kitchen now and my own bathroom. Where did they come from? And what am I ever going to need them for? I can’t cook on a used stove or wash my hair in a shower others have used (and, may I add, not cleaned very thoroughly)?

Or can I?

I love that my new desk here is so much bigger and that I am actually blogging from and not just about my new apartment now, after so many weeks of planning. I love that I have my own doorbell, my own mailbox and my own phone number.

But it’s still scary and tonight, on my first night here, I honestly can’t say whether it feels good scary or bad scary.