After 1 month of neglecting my blog, I feel like I should pick this up again.
A lot has happened in this one month! I am writing this post sitting at the kitchen counter from my new home in Amsterdam! Yaaaay, we live together now!
I have to say, I haven't felt this calm in years. It feels like this is right where I am supposed to be.
My first week in Amsterdam was about 2 weeks ago - Vittorio was in Italy at that time. Friends and family asked me: oooh, are you not sad to spend your first week without him??
Before, I was. But when I arrived in Amsterdam at monday night I felt so at home immediately and I knew that Vittorio and I still had a lifetime together. The 1st week went by really fast and I had an amazing time at work meeting my new colleagues and getting to know them.
Here I am, just started my 3rd week already at Travix and I am learning so much every day!
I am so happy I took this leap of faith and decided to give up my 'old' life for Amsterdam.
The only thing that makes me very sad is knowing that my grandmother misses me a lot.
The 2nd evening in Amsterdam we were calling and she bursted into tears. That it was so hard without me. That she was used to having me around. My heart broke into a thousand pieces then.
If I could teleport to her at that moment, I would have done it. I miss her so much...
But on the other hand, I also realise it is time for me to spread my own wings. If I didn't do this, I might have risked to lose Vittorio or to have grown apart. Living with him is just so easy...
He is quite tidy for male standards (puts his clothes in the laundry, doesn't have dirty socks or underwear lying around, he puts the dirty dishes in the dishwasher, takes out the trash...).
Really, I have nothing to complain about. If he can play an hour of Tank Wars a day, he is a happy guy. And who am I to keep this from him?
My goal in life is to be happy. It is as simple as that. I don't need piles of money, a house in the caribbean or a fancy car. Ok easy for me to say with a boyfriend who has an appartment in one of the fanciest streets of Amsterdam :-P . But it's true. If we had lived in a tiny house at the border of Amsterdam, I would have been equally happy. He is a big part of my happiness. Maybe it's lame to let 1 person determine your happiness so much, but it's just how I am. I want to make him happy. By keeping his/our appartment clean. By ironing his shirts - even if he tells me it's not necessary to iron them. By buying him chocolate cupcakes since I know he likes them so much. By rubbing my hands through his hair and give him a little head massage. By spooning him in bed at night when he doesn't expect it. By putting up his favourite movie posters on our appartment wall.
At this point, I cannot imagine that we will fight. But of course I know this is inevitable. And I am afraid to grow apart. I have heard it too many times that couple grow apart and the love is gone.
But ok: happy thoughts. Now we are happy and this is what matters!
Buonanotte! xxx
