2013 was the start of our life in Munich. Since we didn’t want to rush with the home-hunting, we decided to keep our apartment in Frankfurt until we found something we both really like. So J had to bear it all. It was a very busy and stressful time for him with starting a new job and looking for our new home at the same time. But the wait was worth it. One day, he whatsapped me some pictures of an apartment he was taking a look at like usual, this time, not like the other fifty or so previous places I always had tons of questions for, my only answer was “Take it!”. And we did. It was perfect: an independent loft in a very quiet corner in the middle of the bustling city, door-to-ceiling windows on all 4 sides, lots of sunshine, and a huge private roof terrace (!), no more than 2km from J’s office (and mine).

I could never forget the day I came down here with the train (the moving company packed all our stuffs in Frankfurt and delivered them the next day). It had been snowing the whole winter so everything was white like Christmas. He picked me up from the train station (I think with a rose in his hand), drove me through a city I only vaguely knew from occasional visits, and introduced me to our new home in the sweetest way possible. The staircase leading to our loft was lit up with candles and when I entered our new home for the first time, I fell in love. The whole place was empty ;-). An air mattress on one side, his beloved stereo equipment on the other (the only thing he didn’t trust the moving company with), one bottle of champagne and two glasses in the middle. That’s all we got. And all we needed.

We found our new home!