secure
For a short while, from about the six-month mark of moving in to the house number 17 I started feeling at home. I have officially moved out now, I thought I'd feel lost and lonely but I am okay. sad but okay. The good thing about the old flat was that I was safe, I never dreaded coming home. Never had to brace myself before turning the key in the door. I learned to not be scared of the sound of opening the door in that place. Even under stress, when we had to clean the whole flat in 48 hours we were not mean to each other, we didn't forget to say thank you and please, and to laugh when we were being silly. And we are in no way calm or non-anxious people. We just respect each other enough to make an effort. Before moving to the flat number 17, I didn't think I could be friends with german people, like the kind of friends who you share your deepest thoughts with, get drunk and roam around the city at midnight, the kind that knows you have a complicated relationship with your ...