die Sehnsucht

home-made:

Breakfast

I used to live with my mom and my one and a half year older sister (+cats) in Amsterdam. About a year ago I moved to Enschede for studies and my sister got her own place in Amsterdam. I’ve got great memories of twentytwo years living together, just the tree of us. My sister and I were always making changes in our rooms, I think my mom enjoyed seeing us so creative, but we probably drove her crazy begging her if we could paint our walls again, or coming home and finding also living room, kitchen and her bedroom under construction (mostly me to blame). In the end she was always happy with the result. The last interior change was my sister and I switching rooms. I moved into her big room, which was nice for me, to have more space to draw or paint and she tried to fit in my small bedroom. My sister has a lot of stuff, tiny tiny stuff, but a lot. I think she never really managed to fit all of her stuff into that room the way she wanted to. And I guess I felt a little bad, because I had convinced her that us changing rooms would be ‘the sollution’ for her not to make a mess of her room anymore. This picture ‘breakfast’, I took at my sister’s apartment when visiting her with my boyfriend in December. It’s so cool to see that her teen bedroom has transformed into a home. I think we both sometimes miss hanging in each others room. And I think my mom misses our madness. But just like every time before, I think that she is happy with the result.