OK. I have returned, though for a brief moment only. I know I said my last post was going to be my last post but please forgive me for I can't help closing the circle for good. It's because my concept of 9/11 is slightly different. (Luckily enough, you don't have to read this if you were greatly relieved once I stopped posting.) A year ago today I moved to England. A year ago at this very hour I was probably on the train nervously heading towards my new home, my parallel life. A YEAR. Do I have a problem (very possibly) or do people actually think about these things? I mean the year ago exactly stuff? Whatever the answer, it's going to be a proper year-ago-today seven months for me. I'm feeling funnily melancholic as well as a bit nostalgic though nostalgic might be a wrong expression because it's only been a year, not a whole decade or something as horrible as that. You know, when I was young and oh those golden days. My new friends from uni are currently running about the town racing from bar to bar but I didn't really feel like going – I'm as exhausted as after starting working at the hotel last year! Hard work, socialising. And I don't feel like drinking tonight. A year ago Charlie Fink sang in my post: "Tonight's the kind of night where everything could change". And it did. Oh my, it did.
I'm sharing a video with you since this is my last chance to do so and since I completely forgot to post it outside of Facebook a couple of months ago when it was all fresh. So yeah, some of you might have seen it already but it's quite nice so watch again maybe?
I'm sharing a video with you since this is my last chance to do so and since I completely forgot to post it outside of Facebook a couple of months ago when it was all fresh. So yeah, some of you might have seen it already but it's quite nice so watch again maybe?
And for the last time, THANK YOU! x
