Yes nice people, at the ripe age of 27 I have finally decided to move out of my mother's place.
I'm going to live on my own. (sharing a house with two other women, to cut the costs, but still)
The cost is decent, heating and electricity included and it's close enough, so I won't have to make any major differences in my getting to work.
I'm most likely moving the 1st of October. I'm now planning to get boxes to load stuff up already, so I don't have to do everything at the last minute.
In case you hadn't noticed, I'm currently jumping up and down in excitement. (well not literally, since the floor would crack if I did that too often, but still, utterly exited)
The new house has three bedrooms, a potential livingroom for me and the other renter, one main living room, a nice kitchen, a big bathroom, a washingroom, a garden and even a dog and a cat.
Yani (the dog) seems very personable, once he gets over his shyness, so that's more than ok, and the cat is young and rather playfull, which is always fun.
So yes, I'm growing up. See me, all grown up and ready to move out. I'm happy. :-)