— Charlotte Eriksson, Empty Roads & Broken Bottles; in search for The Great Perhaps
Being the excellent girlfriend I am, I made Mantis breakfast in bed.
Still so so so bummed about the no pet policy… :’( but at least I can have my veg garden.
So we’ve handed in our notice. Officially. Moving out in 3-4 weeks.
I am so relieved. We have completely outgrown this flat. It has become a gloom-filled, sunlight-lacking, negativity-festering entirely depressing existence of a place.
Things I definitely won’t miss:
This decision does not come without risk; we have not fully secured the new flat. We’ve had this taken away suddenly at this stage once before, and I’m naturally pessimistic. It’s a strong leap of faith, and we just need to keep pushing on our solicitors to check, double check and then seal the deal.
I can’t wait.
I keep drawing hands because I miss holding yours
Non artists will never understands the pain of trying to recreate hands on paper. Especially from memory.
Beautiful things, hands. Pain in the ass to draw.
I miss the British countryside. We have some beautiful places in this country, it’s just the damn weather being so damn unpredictable!
I’m repinning like crazy, all the DIY pretties I want to create in our new flat.