moving day
Today is my last day in Borås, which I thought was going to be a day of celebration. But now when I'm sitting here in my empty appartment, looking out through the window, a tear runs down my cheek. Even though I've hated this city it has still been my home. I have met some fabulous people here, and I hope that they'll stay my friends, wherever I am. This is the fourth time I'm moving. First from my childhood home, then Paris, then Wasa, and now this place. I am starting to understand my mother. She always says that I can't sit still and live in the moment.
I hate packing. Gah, it is oh so boring. Tomorrow morning I'm leaving for Stockholm, which will be great! What the summer has installed is yet unclear.
Bye bye Borås,
xoxo
I am starting to understand my mother.. hmmhmm :)
