Moving has been the biggest mix of emotions ever. I'm so happy to be moving in with Lando, and grateful too. But a part of me is embarrassed. I know it's not true, but I feel like Lando is doing charity for me, and I don't want to be a freeloader.
But everything here is perfect. Ever since unpacking everything his apartment doesn't look bare and soulless anymore, it feels more like home than ever. I wouldn't say that to Lando though, I think it would upset him if I said outright that his house felt like an Ikea showroom before I worked my magic.
We are having a few people around tonight, just to celebrate me moving in. It is mostly Lando's friends because I don't have any who could come to Monaco on a whim. As I run around doing final bits of cleaning, I take in the view from the balcony.
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A month ago this was something I could only imagine in my wildest dreams, but now I am standing on the balcony which I share with my boyfriend Lando Norris, waiting for his group of F1 driver friends to come over for a party. My life isn't real.
