Three weeks ago I was reluctant to make plans that included my boyfriend because I had a huge row with him and I believed I wouldn't see him ever again. A dangerous combination of stubbornness and pride and you have yourself a recipe for disaster. However, after three restless days and nights, I grabbed the phone and called him first. I just couldn't wait for the divine intervention. At some point I even believed that God left me the right to choose. Having realized that, I had to make a move. No sooner had I finished the conversation with him, than I started wondering whether I made the right choice.
Now I know that my choice was right because I got the chance to finish the projects I started a couple of years ago. The project includes renovating his farm house, growing a vegetable garden (although I suck at planting, watering, taking care of my garden), renovating the old farm house that's deserted and doing some landscaping and of course, turning those houses in comfy homes.
Therefore, my summer plans will include plenty of home improvement and some little time for relaxation. Plus, I have to type out 72 lessons plans for four different grades, so this summer is going to be everything but boring.
I wouldn't mind having a nice vintage cabinet like this (or at least vintage like):
I have a bunch of vintage stuff in my garage, from kitchen utensils and dishes, to furniture, rugs, clothes, books, so I can hardly wait to renovate the old house to move the stuff into the house.








