Pakowanie się na bliżej nieokreśloną przyszłość jest mało przyjemną czynnością, zwłaszcza jeśli okraszone butelka czerownego wina i telefonami od przyjaciół.
Kolejni poinformowali, że przylatują do mnie w odwiedziny w sierpniu i że mają już bilety…
…I am packing. Today is my last night at home. Well, I can tell you it’s a strange feeling packing… for good. I am waking around the apartment and thinking what to take and what I should leave behind. And the tears are coming out of nowhere. Like it must have happened now and not before. Maybe I drunk too much wine or suddenly became too much sentimental. Anyway, I am soo happy coming back here in June and that you will be coming to visit me soon!
of course it is kind of sad… and wine helps… but does not help stopping the tears. Let the tears goes… is good if they are running.
and i am looking forward to our weekend in June..and bring you soap..
Yep, just didn’t expect it would hit me so much tonight, I guess toooo much wine
…if I would not have my soap adventure right now, I would be so bored and maybe shoot myself.. something new is always good and you will come back one day…
with other knowledge and then you will find a job here..
set a deadline for your plan and it will work.. and you will be back on no-time..
Come on
There is no way I think it’s over, just another page of the book
There are many, that’s really just next one
Who knows what the future brings
No need to cry. I still love you baby even if you are almost 40!
It will be all fine, just don’t give up looking for a job here. You never know when it comes
Can come in a month time, can take another year, but you will surely get it
Ok, I will ping tomorrow
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