I have a vague certainty that very often I begin my posts with a "this post was way obvedue" kind of formulation, and just like I am about to do now, I proceed by declaring that I should write here more often. I am going to stop that as of now: I am gonna write whenever I feel like it and not mind if I was absent from livejournal for a year or a month or a day.

Having said that, on with the post.

So I moved to my first apartment, with my name, and my name only, stamped on the lease, where I will be living by myself.

I though it was going to feel more momentous, but it doesn't. Maybe it is because I haven't really spent much time here, and because I am still living amongst boxes and suitcases. Actually today is probably the day I have spent the most time here, by myself, not sleeping.

It is just beginning to take shape, I have very few pieces of furniture, no sofa, no dinning table, no stereo, no bedside lamp, no door mat, not very many things indeed.

My father is coming to visit this weekend, actually my whole family is coming, but everybody else, except him and my little brother, have already been here.

That is probably what is going to force me to finish unpacking and tidy up a bit, I have to wash the floors, because this stupid gray tiles get dirty really easy, and the kitchen is kinda messy because I've been cooking almost everyday, so far that is what I am loving the most about this place, my kitchen and the meals I am cooking in it.

Tomorrow when everything is more put together and there is better light, I am going to take pictures, in the meantime here are some vignettes: