I look at the droplets on the window, can't help but feel that the weather is as blue as I was last night. For another time, I cried for the fear of the unknown. The change. A move from a familiar and trusted place to one I'm totally new to. I've to start from the scratch, to build that sense of belonging to the new environment (living in another part of London), trusting the people I'm going to share with and having a room that now I can proudly say my own. Yes, its bloody 100 pounds per week. Its so beautifully decorated, that it never crossed my mind how much I was going to pay for. I want to live in there! Somewhere I can never imagine I'd have found, somewhere I doubt there's hardly a second one. Its so **RETRO*... No, seriously... furnitures back in 80s or 70s, photographs plastered walls, not perfect but so much warmth about it. It's like living in a gallery :)
At the same time, I want to go to Germany earlier...
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