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Today we got a first look in our new house to be. The place where your day starts and ends (unless you wake up sleeping in the gutter after a wild party night). Got me thinking about all the homes i have had in my life.

1982: My first home, the home where i was created (let's put this whole creating process in fast forward shall we? Ieuw.) and born, was this shady flat in the ghetto of Sweetlake City. Even though it wasn't the best neighborhood in town, i still remember all the different cultures that lived together side by side. Different in every way but one thing in common, everybody had to make ends meet. And they never met.

1986-2000: we moved to another neighborhood in Buytenwegh. During this time i had my first major crush (some popular dude in my class all the girls had a thing for. He never gave me the time of day. I was 12. Saw him a while back and to my satisfaction he turned ugly,fat and worked in a movie rental store. Full time.). Got my first drink and my first hangover from that drink. I no longer like Fiero. First time clubbing (with my brother as watchdog), first kiss, first boyfriend, just the first time ;) and my first break up and last but not least a really bad case of mould in my room. Not really where the magic all happened, unless you find the fungus art on my former bedroomwall magical.

2000-2001: moved with my mom, new stepdad and brother to another house in Buytenwegh. This was in my rebel teenage years. Not something to be proud of.

2002-2004: got my own studio in de Leyens in a complex called the Sprinter. It was tiny (my bed was a bed/couch/dinnertable/storageplace in one) but it was mine. My neighbour was weird. Discovered anime (Naruto) and that helped me through some lesser times. Once locked myself up for 2 weeks and did nothing but watching anime and eating canned cocktail sausages and bread. I no longer like canned sausages.. ;).

2004-2004: had my first grown up job in Haarlem and due to temporary insanity decided that i should move there. I can count the times i actually slept there on one hand. Got really, really homesick on my own in the middle of nowhere (Haarlem). Moved in no time back to Sweet Lake City. That helped me realize how strong my bond is with my mother and brother.

2005: moved back to my mom for a couple of months untill i got my own place again. That helped me realize how much my own space means to me. Sorry mom, love you to death, but going back to the eighties/nineties (no privacy, no space, getting on eachothers nerves etc) like that was not my thing. Nothing personal.

2006-2008: got my own place across the street from my mom. Perfect! All the perks (free food, regular homecooked meals etc) of living close to my mom, without the burdens (the above mentioned no privacy, no space, getting on eachothers nerves etc). Lost some people there in my life, but also gained good people back. Learned some hard lessons about trust (or better said: lack off) friendships, letting go, saying goodbye's and acceptance.

2007-2009: moved in with my bf. First time actually sharing. Sharing finances, bills, space and responsebillities. Falling down, getting up and then doing it a bit better. Adjusting to a new and scary situation. But i like to think i got it right by learning. And still learning.

2009-2010: Bought an actual house together with my bf. The whole nine yards. Garden, 4 bedrooms, kitchen, storage closets and last but not least a big fat morgage..;) What will be next in store?