My safe zone

This is my safe zone.
It’s so nice to come home here after a long day in a noisy, dusty, dirty, cluttered house filled with workmen. (Don’t get me wrong, I love that they take a lot of work off our hands and they are really nice, but I don’t like their taste of music and that they make my toilet look like a dirty public loo…ieieie.)

Within a couple of weeks, we are actually gonna live in that house (I’ll clean the toilet first), and then it will be the opposite: this house will be a big mess filled with boxes…and the other one will become our home.

I wouldn’t have dare to dream we’d find our dreamhome this year already. But at the moment I’m too excausted to be excited…or to write an inspirational blogpost. I think I’m gonna take a nap for an hour or 48.
Good night (and good luck ;-))!