home at last

phew, with a long week of work and the big move behind me, I settled into decorating. The new place is wonderful, and becomes more and more my home with every postcard I put on the wall.
The move went smoothly, althoug I underestimated the exhaustion Ikea-Shopping causes. But now, I finally have a bed again after sleeping on a matrass on the floor for the last half year. I even painted a wall ight grey, which I am quite proud of.

This morning I received a sign from heaven. Remember "my friend Elvis"? I was just working on the decoration of the hallway, some neighbour played the best of Elvis tunes loud and clear, supposedly from vinyl. Guess that means I arrived - for now.