I did it!
Nobody, not even myself believed that I was going to do this. Now, while the tears are running down my cheeks, adding a dimension to the smile on my lips, I know I had it in me.
Eventually the struggle, the hassle, the hard work has paid off.
It’s 4am; besides from the rugs I bought in Ikea yesterday and the suitcases that I managed to pack the leftovers of my past 8 years in Denmark, the room is empty.
It doesn’t matter. I already knew this apartment was going to be my home. It already feels like home. I am home.