youwouldntbelieveit

Ok - todays activity: Buying a microwave. Why? Because the old one got broken yesterday.

Just that you do understand me, a little shortcut of the story behind the things that annoyed me today. Since two month I'm living in my mums apparment again. Nice, I really do love my mum, she's great BUT there are some things when you're moving back home at the age of 25 that are not so likable. The process of moving in again (especially when you have been living quite a time abroad) can be devided into three phases:

1. Phase

You're the princess. The fridge is full with all the stuff you love. Mummy is cooking wonderful things. You can decide about the TV program. You don't need to take care about dishes or the trashbag. You can leave your stuff everywhere - no one cares because everyone is happy that you're home again. This stage is lasing about 3 - 4 days.

2. Phase

You wake up in the morning - there is no coffee prepared for you. The fridge is almost empty and you don't know what you can eat for breakfast. A list with things to do is on the table because your parents think that you have plenty of time. Your mum is telling you that "We need to do this and that on the weekend" - WITH YOU! You need to do the laundry. You need to empty the dishwasher. You're getting restricted in what you want to see on television. Your parents are starting to complain that you forgot to close the door behind you and because of that the costs for heating will increase dramatically.

3. Phase

You're more or less a prisoner. You can't wait to life alone again. You just want to move out. Your parents are starting to show you that you're always welcome here - but if you would move out now, they would be so kind to help in packing your boxes. The frequency of arguments is increasing, because you are not able to deal with their lifestyle and they don't like your way of living.

Right now I'm in phase number 2. Yesterday me and my mum talked about that WE are going to buy the microwave together this week because the weather report was warning for ice today. This morning I got up and found money on the table with an unmissable note: "Microwave". Ok... I'm trying to prepare myself for the last exams that I have. I'm really busy these days. But ok. It's your mum. You love her and she's paying the rent. So I went to my car. No wait... I didn't went... I crawled to my car. Falling on my butt three times I still tried to keep my positive mood. Getting rid of the snow and ice on my car I made my way into the city. Normally this is taking me 5 minutes. But hey... it's christmas time! So I was trying to get a parking lot for over 2 (!!!) hours. Who the heck is in the city on a monday morning at ten??? But I'm a friendly person... so calm down Kathi. Take it easy. After I got into the store where I was supposed to buy this microwave I couldn't finde a shop assistent to help me to get that ******* heavy thing to the checkout. Ok... did it myself. And then... I had a coupon saying that I will get a cake for free if I buy something over 50 Euro. Yiippiiieee! So I gave the cashier the coupon and guess what happend... An old lady standing behind me was arguing with the cashier that she wants to have my cake because it had dark chocolate - her's had white chocolate.
Ähmm... what??? Didn't really care. Haha... but not with the old lady. She was holding my arm saying: "You know... it has something to do with respect towards older people that you change your cake with mine". No lady, it has something to do with respect that if you do not stop holding my arm you will get my cake in your face. What the hell was she thinking? And then the third worldwar began. Ofc I was there at a time when there were just pensioneers and tourists. So guess who was fighting against who.

I'm sorry, I really do resepct older people. I offer them my seat when there is no one left. I do help them in carrying things. And I do open doors. But fuck, I'm not an unbehaved girl just because I didn't want to give you my cake grandma!

Well, I more or less tried to hide myself in the elevator and got home as quick as I could. My mum was really happy that she got her new microwave and a cake for free. And she said that it was so nice of me that I did that, that I can recycle the old one tomorrow. Ofc mummy... I have plenty of time and maybe there is a pensioneer who wants to discuss of how I should recycle things...

So just as an advice: If you go into a city on a monday morning during christmas time... leave the free cake, pretend that you're coming from a foreign country, take a bodyguard with you, do not take the car, take fresh cloths with you, maybe something to eat and drink if you're stuck somewhere. A portable toilette might be an option as well.

To all the pensioneers out there: I do respect you! But fuck you - I GOT THE CAKE WITH THE DARK CHOCOLATE!
To all the youngsters out there: Be prepared when I'm getting old. I'm gonna color my hair purple and get on your nerves when you're trying to buy something!