Also, tomorrow I am meeting my second new housemate, who I have not yet met, to get my keys and WHAT IF SHE THINKS I’M AWFUL.
I feel I am forgetting to take many things.
I also keep thinking of cute/useful things for the flat then forgetting before I write them down.
Pain and loss, they define us as much as happiness or love. Whether it’s a world, or a relationship… Everything has its time. And everything ends
"Chaos is what killed the dinosaurs, darling."
I appear to have lost my favourite coat/hoody thing. This is sad.
Tomorrow my parents are driving me up north and we are staying in Berwick-Upon-Tweed and on Tuesday I move into my new flat in Edinburgh. Packing is how I realised I lost the thing. This is why packing is stupid. Ignorance is bliss.
Ireland, West Coast, County Kerry, 1988 by Harry Gruyaert