it's a cycle: pack, move, stay for a bit, repeat
packing. yet again! the landlady's son is moving back in with her, so i get to move out and begin room hunting again. but it's not all bad. heading home saturday morning. and as always the week before is manic:
all week: flat viewings
monday: class, assignments
tuesday: class, packing, assignments, drinks
wednesday: brunch with amelie, shifting my shit to her flat
thursday: meet up with mel
friday: visit aunt ijeoma, store some of my stuff there
saturday: wake up at the crack of dawn to buy le mere yoghurt, head to the airport, fly out
really nervous about the fact that i haven't found a room anywhere for next year. but if worse comes to worse i have places to crash. just hate to impose.
looking really forward to the flight. it's strange, but i love everything about flying, the food (it isn't bad!), the movies (i meant to see in the cinema but never got around to), reading material (i bought french vogue--charlotte gainsbourg was on the cover).
all week: flat viewings
monday: class, assignments
tuesday: class, packing, assignments, drinks
wednesday: brunch with amelie, shifting my shit to her flat
thursday: meet up with mel
friday: visit aunt ijeoma, store some of my stuff there
saturday: wake up at the crack of dawn to buy le mere yoghurt, head to the airport, fly out
really nervous about the fact that i haven't found a room anywhere for next year. but if worse comes to worse i have places to crash. just hate to impose.
looking really forward to the flight. it's strange, but i love everything about flying, the food (it isn't bad!), the movies (i meant to see in the cinema but never got around to), reading material (i bought french vogue--charlotte gainsbourg was on the cover).