I have got just one another weekend left here in Verneuil. Apart from this one that is. Emma isn't here, T has already moved out. My time here is over. I have to get back to real life. I can't laze around all day, I will have no privacy whatsoever, I won't be paying my own rent anymore, I won't be broke anymore... But I get to back to mum and her cooking and being nonchalant about real life. I don't know if I will ever get back to Paris, take the metro, eat a nutella crepe or drink cider. I dunno if I can weekend in Belgium again. I dunno if I can decide what I do with my money again. What could be sadder than not eating nutella crepes?
I admit, I do not want to go back. I love everyone back home, Im just not ready to say goodbye yet. I'm not tired of being lonely yet. Now that this stay is over, I'm going to act as if this was the best thing I've ever known in my life! I'm going to paint nostalgia all over this experience. I'll forget the miserable times I spent by myself, I'll forget the broke times, the socially awkward times, the lovesick times and the times I missed home!
I will definitely miss going grocery shopping by myself. The carpool conversations, the awkward cheek kissing, the 'pretentious' air kissing, the dinners and aperos, the mid thirties girls nights out, the quiet bar nights with celine, the bleepover movie nights, the bathtub times, the endless skype calls with mum, dad ans someone, having my own room, missing my sister, buying shower gels for her, comforting my mom because I'm grown up, the spider on the shutter, the watching movies till two in the morning... everything.
I don't want to go home and work to no end back home. I like working three days a work and slagging off the rest of the time. I dont want more money. I dont want to wake up from this dream.
Im just over thinking all this. I wont miss this the moment I eat good food back home.
I admit, I do not want to go back. I love everyone back home, Im just not ready to say goodbye yet. I'm not tired of being lonely yet. Now that this stay is over, I'm going to act as if this was the best thing I've ever known in my life! I'm going to paint nostalgia all over this experience. I'll forget the miserable times I spent by myself, I'll forget the broke times, the socially awkward times, the lovesick times and the times I missed home!
I will definitely miss going grocery shopping by myself. The carpool conversations, the awkward cheek kissing, the 'pretentious' air kissing, the dinners and aperos, the mid thirties girls nights out, the quiet bar nights with celine, the bleepover movie nights, the bathtub times, the endless skype calls with mum, dad ans someone, having my own room, missing my sister, buying shower gels for her, comforting my mom because I'm grown up, the spider on the shutter, the watching movies till two in the morning... everything.
I don't want to go home and work to no end back home. I like working three days a work and slagging off the rest of the time. I dont want more money. I dont want to wake up from this dream.
Im just over thinking all this. I wont miss this the moment I eat good food back home.
