May is one of favorite months. And while I’m writing this post with the heating on once more, I get my hopes up that spring is just around the corner.
1. I’m celebrating another birthday in three weeks. Even though I don’t like my age and specifically the number increasing, I have learned over the years that age doesn’t really mean anything. I mean I still feel more like 27 plus a little more experience. Well, and maybe plus the one or other anti wrinkle cream in my cabinet.
Lives come in all colors and sizes so to speak. While I have friends whose kids are already at the end of middle school, I am always glad that the cat has survived with me for so long. I definitely think it is the perfect time to move to New York City in my mid-thirties and I wouldn’t want it any other way.
2. We should find an apartment. Even though there is still enough time, it wouldn’t hurt to know where we are moving to in less than two months. I am confident though that we’ll find the right apartment this month. I still hope that it’ll be in some fancy highrise with plenty of closet space. But any apartment that the three of us (yes, I am counting the cat) feel comfortable in will be fine. I at least can’t wait to brush my teeth next to my man while the cat sits next to the sink watching us.
3. Moving preparations. Yep, I also have to start organizing my move, which I am still not thrilled about. There are things I find easier like closing my electricity and gas account. And then there is all the other stuff like packing boxes, getting rid of furniture … Therefore my goal for this weekend is to empty my big dresser and give it away. I really need to start somehow. I wish that at the end of May I’ll have sorted through every room and gotten rid of all furniture (and hopefully some other stuff) I won’t need anymore. I also would like to have rented a moving van by then.
4. I’ll attend my first American wedding on Memorial Day weekend. I still have no idea what to expect. I have obviously watched plenty of U.S. film weddings, but who knows what they are like in reality?! So far I know German and Turkish weddings, both differing a lot from each other. The worst part for now is obviously that I don’t know what to wear. The invitation doesn’t give a dress code. My boyfriend was so nice to even check with the bride, but her reply was I could wear anything. To be honest this doesn’t help me very much. So if you have any idea, what “anything” means for U.S. weddings, please let me know!
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