living together

About 2.5 years ago I decided to move out of my parental home. Real life was calling me, and I thought I'd be good to get some simple, down to earth living experience. Clean, cook, wash, a modern man has to be an all-round athlete these days. So I rented an apartment in Antwerp and gave it my best shot.

our apartment

Now, cooking, cleaning and washing isn't all that hard really. Staying motivated to do it every week is. It's so much easier to pop some prefabricated food-like stuff in the oven instead of cleaning vegetables and doing heaps of dishes afterwards. And it's not like anyone will notice. So while I started off real good, life got in the way and the first thing that had to make room were the house chores.

All of that changed again last week. Linn found a job on her first attempt (so proud!) in a fashion store and before I knew it we were living together. Not officially of course, we still need to wait a week before we get a ticket, which is needed to make an appointment, which will no doubt involve plenty of administrative headaches etc etc. But as far as reality counts, I'm definitely not living alone anymore.

The strangest thing is how it affected the house chores. It's a lot easier to cook and clean when living with another person. I never understood my mom when she said she wouldn't cook if she was just by herself. Now I understand. Can't really put my finger on it, but at least I eat healthier and our little apartment is becoming cleaner again too (although slowly).

It's another one of those big steps, which I am very glad to take. It's a lot cozier, coming home to a warm home every evening, instead of plunging into a cold bench in an empty room. Long live life improvements.