that thought struck me after I followed Monica to the trainstation yesterday and I was walking back to the appartment.
This is where I’m going to live now, so weird, surreal still.
My dad was here this weekend too and I spent a small fortune in ikea, but looking around my room now, it’s worth it.
I’m sat in my new sofa, watching some A Very Potter Musical, sipping some cold pepsi max, waiting for Line to get here to help me with a cable for my tv :) life is good!
So what do you think?
It was lovely to see Monica again yesterday too, we went to see Letter to Juliet, a proper chickflick with heaps of humour :) And on thursday I’m going to Prague with my colleagues.