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so yesterday i got accepted to study my second semester in prato, italy. i've been going to info nights about this exchange since i was sixteen, i really can't believe i'm going. i'll be fucking off at the end of august &living in an old textile mill turned apartment. travelling through italy on weekends &detouring on the way home to london to hang with my sister &hopefully bristol to see my muffins.
it's funny how things turn around. the day prior i was clearly so down about my lack of creativity. now i'll have a painting studio in 14th century building &be living in a town where few locals speak english. last night was sleepless, daydreaming about seeing the sistine chapel. fuck, i really just can't believe it.