The house I live in was going to be torn down in a few years. At first the date comviniently was after I'd finish college, but they decided to push the date forwards to about the end of next year, meaning we'll have to move out sooner. As a plus, though, they granted an extra service. Not only will everyone get a new house guaranteed, but anyone who moves out of the house is guaranteed to get a house as well, be it by some restrictions. Since you usually have to wait 8 or more years until you can finally get a house in Amsterdam I thought it was a good idea to grab this opportunity to get a house of my own.

Now, so far I've really led a life of bliss. I never had to do much for school, I didn't need any money, really, so I never had to take a job, I never had to do much around the house... I've led one lazy life. Now I'm getting reality shoveled down my throat. I need to find a house, find a job, get my finances straight, learn to cook, learn to clean, etc, etc, etc. I suddenly need to worry about the decisions of our politicians (Which makes me hate them even more) have my free time decreased greatly and I will have to leave the comfortable cave/room I've been hiding in for so many years.

Hell, I'll likely be moving out of my room by the end of the month. My mom already found a new home and until I find one for myself I'll have to move along.

*sigh*

I've spend too much time thinking about how easy I had it, never realising how much harder it would still get. It's probably gonna suck even more after college, so I better enojoy this period of time. At least the new house is closer to Central Station, the neighbourhood seems ok and I'll have a room where I'm not woken by blinding sunrays in the summer.