I had a great epiphany two days ago at one in the morning. Obviously, said epiphany never materialized in the blogosphere. Whatever; I have other things on my mind these days. It is good to check in with my virtual peeps, however, so prepare for an update on my life.
At the end of April I went to Wellington, the cutest little capital in the world, to visit the Beloved Boyfriend for his twenty-first birthday. Five blissful days restored me to sanity, filled me with laughter and provided me with enough lovey-dovey time to make it through the end of the semester. I still love him. Amazing.
Upon my return I was swept into the Great Flat Drama, which managed to resolve itself without any help from the participants. Funny how these things go away if left alone.
In other news, my little corner of the world has received the MOST rain in the entire country of New Zealand during the past two days. I think it rained - no, poured - for forty-eight hours straight. Needless to say, the house on the end of the street is perilously close to falling into the river and washing through the middle of campus before heading out to sea.
I have two big research papers outlined and ready to start; both are due at the end of May, leaving me with three weeks to study for three exams. At my home university, students are given two days to recover from classes before finals begin. The fact that I have close to a month is bizarre. What am I going to do with all that extra time? I mean, come on, it's not like I study or anything.
Not much else is happening, kiddies. I return home in the early part of July to my usual life of girl friends, work, driving and being pampered by my family. Between now and then, I might go skiing with the Beloved Boyfriend. We might go kayaking instead. We will definitely go driving, parking, and see some movies at the cinema. I have to spend as much time with him as possible in preparation for a long, long drought. But, life is about overcoming obstacles.
And in all honesty, it'll be good to go home.
Cheers!
WolfGrrl
Showing posts with label abroad. Show all posts
Showing posts with label abroad. Show all posts
Monday, May 6, 2013
Wednesday, April 17, 2013
Holiday Paradox
It is a truth universally acknowledged that I am not very productive in spring or autumn. Perhaps it comes from being perpetually on an academic schedule; perhaps it is simply that I enjoy spring and autumn weather more than the rest of the year. Whatever the reason, I am disinclined to acquiesce to the requests of professors, professionals and other deadline-makers.
Being a student abroad has its perks, one of which is that I am on a semi-permanent holiday. It is highly convenient to be able to wander up to the shops and browse for an hour or two in the middle of the day, for no reason other than I want to wander. I go to bookshops and smell the books. I go to fancy boutiques and try on ball gowns. I go to expensive shoe stores and pretend to be fabulously wealthy as I parade around in Italian leather heels. Then I go back to Uni and write a bibliography while eating lollies.
It's a good life. Even if I'm not very productive.
It is a truth universally acknowledged that sunny autumn days are a blessing. Especially in Dunedin, where the weather in winter takes on a distinctly Scottish tone.
Today is a sunny autumn day, and I am not being productive. This weekend's forecast seems even less so, but, as I am about to go on a holiday during my holiday, I should probably get some work done.
Have a few New Zealand pictures, while I'm at it. It's been a while.
Bisous
WolfGrrl
Being a student abroad has its perks, one of which is that I am on a semi-permanent holiday. It is highly convenient to be able to wander up to the shops and browse for an hour or two in the middle of the day, for no reason other than I want to wander. I go to bookshops and smell the books. I go to fancy boutiques and try on ball gowns. I go to expensive shoe stores and pretend to be fabulously wealthy as I parade around in Italian leather heels. Then I go back to Uni and write a bibliography while eating lollies.
It's a good life. Even if I'm not very productive.
It is a truth universally acknowledged that sunny autumn days are a blessing. Especially in Dunedin, where the weather in winter takes on a distinctly Scottish tone.
Today is a sunny autumn day, and I am not being productive. This weekend's forecast seems even less so, but, as I am about to go on a holiday during my holiday, I should probably get some work done.
Have a few New Zealand pictures, while I'm at it. It's been a while.
Bisous
WolfGrrl
Sunday, April 7, 2013
Exes and O's
It's a rather gray day to be thinking about exes and o's.
I suppose I shouldn't get annoyed when comments from an ex-friend or my ex-boyfriend filter through on Facebook, but it does annoy me. Still, these people are X-ed out of my life for a reason. I don't like remembering them, because it forces me to remember thoughts, moods and actions I want to forget. I've always been a forgetter rather than a keeper - it's easier for me to forget than it is to forgive.
As for the o's... I'm missing chocolate cheerios a lot. And we had a flat-bonding experience this morning that involved visiting a sex shop, something most eighteen year olds in the States do on or around their birthday. I think you can all ponder what I meant with my little pun.
WolfGrrl
I suppose I shouldn't get annoyed when comments from an ex-friend or my ex-boyfriend filter through on Facebook, but it does annoy me. Still, these people are X-ed out of my life for a reason. I don't like remembering them, because it forces me to remember thoughts, moods and actions I want to forget. I've always been a forgetter rather than a keeper - it's easier for me to forget than it is to forgive.
As for the o's... I'm missing chocolate cheerios a lot. And we had a flat-bonding experience this morning that involved visiting a sex shop, something most eighteen year olds in the States do on or around their birthday. I think you can all ponder what I meant with my little pun.
WolfGrrl
Friday, March 29, 2013
Happy Normal Things
Thank God for school breaks. They make me a better person.
As we approach Easter weekend and the week-long holiday associated with it, I find myself in a very zen place. I feel like a balloon: light enough to float above all my problems and fears and up high enough to see them for the molehills they are. Mountains are reserved for national parks and skiing.
I feel so...peaceful. Oh sure, minor things crop up like dropping my book while on the stationary bike or tripping over a pile of dirty clothes and (nearly) maiming myself, but since I've finished my first batch of assignments and talked to all my lovelies (both in NZ and the US), I'm happy.
One area that has contributed to my languid happiness is clothing. In the US, I have many hang-ups regarding size (I think most people will agree they do too) that make it hard to be comfortable while shopping for clothes. Here, I can't be bothered to worry about what size it says on the jeans because a) I haven't a clue what the size difference is between countries, b) I've never before bought clothes in NZ and c) it's all expensive. I find myself jettisoning (or planning to jettison) clothes I've struggled to let go of for years and replacing them with things that fit who I am now, not who I was.
A second contributing area is books. I love to read; I love it so much, I become a zombie. I disconnect from the world when I have a book in my hands. My boyfriend finds it annoying, as does anyone trying to get my attention. (I wouldn't notice if the flat burned down, to be honest. It's that bad. Or good.) Getting my local library card was like getting the keys to every toy store in the world: I have been a happy, busy bee this week as I plow through the first bag of books I hauled home.
A third area is Weather. I hate the rain. I hate being cold, I hate being damp. I hate when it's humid and I hate when it's broiling. I love sunshine and breezy air, the smell of leaf mold (JK, although I do think that's the smell we identify as 'autumn') and the crispness of fall mornings. The weather this week has been fantastically gorgeous; warm during the day and cool at night. (I sound so bipolar right now, complaining about the changeable NZ weather in one post and praising it in another. LOL.) But, really, who doesn't love gorgeous scenery set off by beautiful weather? Every time I walk from the university to my flat I see the hills rising in the distance and start humming "The Sound of Music" theme song.
I am lucky. So, so lucky. I am loved, I am pampered, I am strong and I'm smart(ish). And I get to do things that are absolutely amazing! I get to read book after book in puddles of New Zealand sunshine while calling my friends on Skype to tell them about my lack of stress (and about how much I miss them). And my beautiful boyfriend is talking to me. I love that most of all. (I'm such a romantic sap. And it takes so little effort to get me there. Sigh.)
Now I want to go to sleep. My neck has cramps.
WolfGrrl
Wednesday, March 27, 2013
20 Things Different
Hi everybody.
Now that I've been overseas for roughly three months, I thought I'd write a little post about things that I've noticed about New Zealand. If most of them are things that annoy me, well... Let's not go into that.
Right, off we go.
1. They use real sugar, not corn syrup.
2. Coins can actually be used to buy things. Like food. And books.
3. There is no turning right on red. Or more accurately, there is no right-hand-drive equivalent to turning right on red. (Primitives.)
4. You can buy alcohol everywhere. Liquor and lollies are cheap and easy to find.
5. The Weather. I change my clothes six times a day. 'Nuff said.
6. $26.00 a kilo for limes. WTF? I don't want that many limes...
7. There is no such thing as a crosswalk. Or rather, there is ALWAYS such a thing as a crosswalk.
8. The wildlife is oddly loud. And antagonistic.
9. Stupid EFTPOS machines. I spend so much time verifying that I am myself.
10. These people are too energetic for me. I feel like a slug. (I am a slug.)
11. It costs more than God can afford to pay. And that's with a decent exchange rate.
12. My friends are noticeably NOT PRESENT. Three thousand miles, pshh.
13. You can buy beer/wine at the movies. Shocking... (This should go under #4.)
14. Dan Brown is considered good literature.
15. It's called a Cashpoint, not an ATM. I fail.
16. I wear a size 3 shoe.
17. Not enough babies in my life. Except for that one party...
18. I have to convert everything.
19. I am still far away from my boyfriend.
20. Everything needs to be turned on twice. Even my computer.
Now that I've been overseas for roughly three months, I thought I'd write a little post about things that I've noticed about New Zealand. If most of them are things that annoy me, well... Let's not go into that.
Right, off we go.
1. They use real sugar, not corn syrup.
2. Coins can actually be used to buy things. Like food. And books.
3. There is no turning right on red. Or more accurately, there is no right-hand-drive equivalent to turning right on red. (Primitives.)
4. You can buy alcohol everywhere. Liquor and lollies are cheap and easy to find.
5. The Weather. I change my clothes six times a day. 'Nuff said.
6. $26.00 a kilo for limes. WTF? I don't want that many limes...
7. There is no such thing as a crosswalk. Or rather, there is ALWAYS such a thing as a crosswalk.
8. The wildlife is oddly loud. And antagonistic.
9. Stupid EFTPOS machines. I spend so much time verifying that I am myself.
10. These people are too energetic for me. I feel like a slug. (I am a slug.)
11. It costs more than God can afford to pay. And that's with a decent exchange rate.
12. My friends are noticeably NOT PRESENT. Three thousand miles, pshh.
13. You can buy beer/wine at the movies. Shocking... (This should go under #4.)
14. Dan Brown is considered good literature.
15. It's called a Cashpoint, not an ATM. I fail.
16. I wear a size 3 shoe.
17. Not enough babies in my life. Except for that one party...
18. I have to convert everything.
19. I am still far away from my boyfriend.
20. Everything needs to be turned on twice. Even my computer.
Tuesday, March 26, 2013
Dunedin Hills
I haven't got any kind of personal profundity to record here today, except to note that making cookies with Cadbury drinking chocolate is a bad idea. They are too, too, TOO sweet. And I only ate the crumbs. Bleh.
I consider myself settled here on the other side of the world, yet no matter how quickly I've become accustomed to right-hand drive, military time and the addition of 'u's in all my words, (colour, favourite, etc.) this place just doesn't feel like home. Obviously, it feels more like home that the uni does, or Auckland airport, but there is overall a lack of something I can't easily identify. What to call this unnamed quality that haunts me even in sleep... If you think of a name, let me know. I'm stumped.
How is it the end of March? A year ago I had moved back home and was declaring a second major as I considered starting anti-depressants. In a little under a month, I will be celebrating one year with the man who still makes me laugh, smile, sigh and cry. I'm blessed, that's for sure. And he is too, hehe.
I'm definitely not who I used to be, and I'm grateful for that. I'm a lot less awkward, a bit less dramatic, and a nicer person. I'm definitely not jealous of the old me; how unhappy she was, and then how very very happy. (Ok, I might be a teensy bit jealous, but only because reliving the first few weeks of a new relationship would be a nice one-year gift.) So what's with the melancholy?
I've discovered, in the past few years, that I like to think out loud. It helps me solve problems and gives me a chance to hear some of my thoughts out of their mental context. I've also discovered that other people see my problems more clearly than I do. Not exactly rocket science, but it's a baby step.
Sometimes I feel like life is similar to the Dunedin hills: on clear days, you can see past three or four sets of hills and on misty days even the hills right within the central city are hidden from sight.
If that's not profound, then I'm not bored.
Yeah, I have no idea either. But I tried! We all have odd days...
WolfGrrl
I consider myself settled here on the other side of the world, yet no matter how quickly I've become accustomed to right-hand drive, military time and the addition of 'u's in all my words, (colour, favourite, etc.) this place just doesn't feel like home. Obviously, it feels more like home that the uni does, or Auckland airport, but there is overall a lack of something I can't easily identify. What to call this unnamed quality that haunts me even in sleep... If you think of a name, let me know. I'm stumped.
How is it the end of March? A year ago I had moved back home and was declaring a second major as I considered starting anti-depressants. In a little under a month, I will be celebrating one year with the man who still makes me laugh, smile, sigh and cry. I'm blessed, that's for sure. And he is too, hehe.
I'm definitely not who I used to be, and I'm grateful for that. I'm a lot less awkward, a bit less dramatic, and a nicer person. I'm definitely not jealous of the old me; how unhappy she was, and then how very very happy. (Ok, I might be a teensy bit jealous, but only because reliving the first few weeks of a new relationship would be a nice one-year gift.) So what's with the melancholy?
I've discovered, in the past few years, that I like to think out loud. It helps me solve problems and gives me a chance to hear some of my thoughts out of their mental context. I've also discovered that other people see my problems more clearly than I do. Not exactly rocket science, but it's a baby step.
Sometimes I feel like life is similar to the Dunedin hills: on clear days, you can see past three or four sets of hills and on misty days even the hills right within the central city are hidden from sight.
If that's not profound, then I'm not bored.
Yeah, I have no idea either. But I tried! We all have odd days...
WolfGrrl
Thursday, March 21, 2013
Tombstone Tickets
I swear, these Air New Zealand tickets are going on my tombstone. They can fly my dead body to Wellington and back at the end of April, for I'll have committed hara kiri by then.
Let this be a lesson in over-preparing: I booked too soon, let me rue the results.
(I'm making too much out of this, but ugh. I think I'll take the hit on the money and just go with it.)
WolfGrrl
Let this be a lesson in over-preparing: I booked too soon, let me rue the results.
(I'm making too much out of this, but ugh. I think I'll take the hit on the money and just go with it.)
WolfGrrl
Thursday, March 7, 2013
Big Girls Don't...Waffle?
I don't mean the kind of waffles that can be burned. I mean the verb 'to waffle' or to remain indecisive.
Obviously, the first flaw of my title is that everyone is indecisive. Being abroad has given me a new perspective on myself and how I function; this is excellent news for personal growth, and a bit disquieting for personal security. I'm changing and I'm not sure I can handle it.
Recently, I've been doing some thinking about what I want, what I like, and what makes me happy. School, which for a long time was the main constant in my life, no longer excites or enthralls me. I enjoy attending lectures and absorbing new information, but I have less inclination to do assignments and assessments than ever before.
It's annoying, really, to feel mildly guilty about being a slacker while doing other things that are more fulfilling, like cooking, cleaning (yes, I'm weird) and talking to people. I can't decide if this is my life balancing itself out, or if I'm losing it.
I don't really feel like I'm losing it. I'm happier than I can remember being (waffling aside; maybe that should be my constant. I can't accept stability and contentment without wondering what I'm not doing). I'm sleeping better, eating better, and generally feeling better. I look ahead to the future with anticipatory joy. So why the feelings of mid-education-life crisis?
God only knows. Really. I have a few guesses, a few theories, none of which are coherent enough to be aired in public. Part of my growing-up experience is trying not to judge myself (and others) quite as harshly as I used to. It's working, but with the disadvantage of leaving me without a means of measuring myself. Even unhealthy habits are reassuring; losing them, or changing them, is unsettling.
I don't like to think that I'm prone to giving up. I've seen what I can manage when I stick to my guns. I've also felt regret for missed opportunities. I save those for when I feel pitiful and abused. A good pity-fest usually disgusts me enough to negate those regrets.
Now I've lost my train of thought. Oh, yes, waffling. My boyfriend likes to say that I always have a choice, and in a technical sense, he's right. I could decide not to finish my education and just go ahead and find a job. But, I was raised in a society and a household that value education as security for the future. I don't want to be dependent on anyone, and I do want to be able to have fun without counting every penny. Education gives me options. Every girl needs options.
Ugh. Maybe I have too many options. (Isn't that counter to what I was just saying? Nevermind.)
I guess what feels like waffling is in fact, me growing up. I'm weighing personal happiness and instant gratification against immediate Ehhh-feelings and long-term security. I'm all about security, though less so than I once was. And now I'm also about personal happiness.
There isn't any reason why the two can't be mutually inclusive. Obviously, part of being happy is being secure, and for someone like me, being secure makes me very happy.
Maybe waffling is a good thing; it encourages self-reflection, and that's always a good thing. I like knowing myself better. I like being predictable (only to myself, though. Mystery is an excellent trait to cultivate).
I know what will make me happy in the short-term: finishing this silly history assignment (700 words? Pfff I could write that in my sleep) and some lunch.
Cheers!
WolfGrrl
Obviously, the first flaw of my title is that everyone is indecisive. Being abroad has given me a new perspective on myself and how I function; this is excellent news for personal growth, and a bit disquieting for personal security. I'm changing and I'm not sure I can handle it.
Recently, I've been doing some thinking about what I want, what I like, and what makes me happy. School, which for a long time was the main constant in my life, no longer excites or enthralls me. I enjoy attending lectures and absorbing new information, but I have less inclination to do assignments and assessments than ever before.
It's annoying, really, to feel mildly guilty about being a slacker while doing other things that are more fulfilling, like cooking, cleaning (yes, I'm weird) and talking to people. I can't decide if this is my life balancing itself out, or if I'm losing it.
I don't really feel like I'm losing it. I'm happier than I can remember being (waffling aside; maybe that should be my constant. I can't accept stability and contentment without wondering what I'm not doing). I'm sleeping better, eating better, and generally feeling better. I look ahead to the future with anticipatory joy. So why the feelings of mid-education-life crisis?
God only knows. Really. I have a few guesses, a few theories, none of which are coherent enough to be aired in public. Part of my growing-up experience is trying not to judge myself (and others) quite as harshly as I used to. It's working, but with the disadvantage of leaving me without a means of measuring myself. Even unhealthy habits are reassuring; losing them, or changing them, is unsettling.
I don't like to think that I'm prone to giving up. I've seen what I can manage when I stick to my guns. I've also felt regret for missed opportunities. I save those for when I feel pitiful and abused. A good pity-fest usually disgusts me enough to negate those regrets.
Now I've lost my train of thought. Oh, yes, waffling. My boyfriend likes to say that I always have a choice, and in a technical sense, he's right. I could decide not to finish my education and just go ahead and find a job. But, I was raised in a society and a household that value education as security for the future. I don't want to be dependent on anyone, and I do want to be able to have fun without counting every penny. Education gives me options. Every girl needs options.
Ugh. Maybe I have too many options. (Isn't that counter to what I was just saying? Nevermind.)
I guess what feels like waffling is in fact, me growing up. I'm weighing personal happiness and instant gratification against immediate Ehhh-feelings and long-term security. I'm all about security, though less so than I once was. And now I'm also about personal happiness.
There isn't any reason why the two can't be mutually inclusive. Obviously, part of being happy is being secure, and for someone like me, being secure makes me very happy.
Maybe waffling is a good thing; it encourages self-reflection, and that's always a good thing. I like knowing myself better. I like being predictable (only to myself, though. Mystery is an excellent trait to cultivate).
I know what will make me happy in the short-term: finishing this silly history assignment (700 words? Pfff I could write that in my sleep) and some lunch.
Cheers!
WolfGrrl
Sunday, March 3, 2013
Other than Ordinary
I've never considered myself anything other than ordinary (daydreams and revenge fantasies aside). However, as I experience more of the world and I meet more of its denizens, I've come to realise something.
I like to make people smile. And I'm pretty good at it.
Maybe that's two things.
When I was asked what superpower I want to have, I said I wanted the power to make everyone I meet happy. It seems silly, but it really is what I want to do with my life. I get so much pleasure from helping others help themselves, and from brightening other people's days. I like to give them the absolute best I can, and I like to make them laugh.
I'm selfish and morose and flawed; I'm not perfect and I don't want to be. But, there can't be this many nice people in the world. Aren't people supposed to be self-serving and judgmental? (Yeah, there are a few of those wandering around. Stay away from me, please.)
I don't love a lot of people. That's just my nature.
I love the saying "If you see someone without a smile, give them one of yours." It's a little thing to make such a big difference. I feel like a three year-old bestowing trinkets on passing adults.
"And a smile for Mommy, and a smile for Daddy. And a big smile for Max, and for my friends at home and the guys in my History tutorial who didn't seem fazed by my overly-caffinated self."
Wut.
WolfGrrl
I like to make people smile. And I'm pretty good at it.
Maybe that's two things.
When I was asked what superpower I want to have, I said I wanted the power to make everyone I meet happy. It seems silly, but it really is what I want to do with my life. I get so much pleasure from helping others help themselves, and from brightening other people's days. I like to give them the absolute best I can, and I like to make them laugh.
I'm selfish and morose and flawed; I'm not perfect and I don't want to be. But, there can't be this many nice people in the world. Aren't people supposed to be self-serving and judgmental? (Yeah, there are a few of those wandering around. Stay away from me, please.)
I don't love a lot of people. That's just my nature.
I love the saying "If you see someone without a smile, give them one of yours." It's a little thing to make such a big difference. I feel like a three year-old bestowing trinkets on passing adults.
"And a smile for Mommy, and a smile for Daddy. And a big smile for Max, and for my friends at home and the guys in my History tutorial who didn't seem fazed by my overly-caffinated self."
Wut.
WolfGrrl
Mmmm... Oops
It's been too long.
I haven't any excuses except the usual: I'm busy with classes and exploring New Zealand.
However, my flatmate and I collaborated to make a very delicious and very New Zealand dinner, so I thought I'd share the recipe with you, readers! It's very easy to make and takes a total of twenty minutes (ten if you're a person who can use a can opener properly).
Recipe for the Preparation of CORN FRITTERS and FRUIT SALAD
Corn Fritters
ingredients: 1 egg, 1 tsp. baking powder, 1 cup plain flour, 1 can (creamed) corn, a pinch of salt and pepper, 1-2 tablespoons of water to thin and some oil for frying.
preparation: in medium bowl mix egg, baking powder, flour and seasonings with water. This should form a thick paste (about the consistency of pancakes, maybe a bit thicker). Add corn and mix well.
In pan on stove heat 1-2 tablespoons vegetable oil (on low or medium heat). Add dropped spoonfuls of batter to oil. The fritters cook depending on size; for silver-dollar fritters wait 1-2 minutes before flipping them. Generally, follow the rules for making thick pancakes. Fritters should be browned on the outside and fluffy on the inside.
Eat with toppings of choice, and feel free to add extras like vegetables, bacon, or other ingredients to the batter!
Fruit Salad
Even special people like me can make fruit salad (excepting the use of a can opener). After mangling your can of peaches/pineapple/pears/whatever open, pour off juice and transfer fruit chunks to bowl. Add chopped banana, apple squares, grapes, and other fresh fruits to taste. Eat messily and with gusto.
Bon appetit, mes amis!
WolfGrrl
I haven't any excuses except the usual: I'm busy with classes and exploring New Zealand.
However, my flatmate and I collaborated to make a very delicious and very New Zealand dinner, so I thought I'd share the recipe with you, readers! It's very easy to make and takes a total of twenty minutes (ten if you're a person who can use a can opener properly).
Recipe for the Preparation of CORN FRITTERS and FRUIT SALAD
Corn Fritters
ingredients: 1 egg, 1 tsp. baking powder, 1 cup plain flour, 1 can (creamed) corn, a pinch of salt and pepper, 1-2 tablespoons of water to thin and some oil for frying.
preparation: in medium bowl mix egg, baking powder, flour and seasonings with water. This should form a thick paste (about the consistency of pancakes, maybe a bit thicker). Add corn and mix well.
In pan on stove heat 1-2 tablespoons vegetable oil (on low or medium heat). Add dropped spoonfuls of batter to oil. The fritters cook depending on size; for silver-dollar fritters wait 1-2 minutes before flipping them. Generally, follow the rules for making thick pancakes. Fritters should be browned on the outside and fluffy on the inside.
Eat with toppings of choice, and feel free to add extras like vegetables, bacon, or other ingredients to the batter!
Fruit Salad
Even special people like me can make fruit salad (excepting the use of a can opener). After mangling your can of peaches/pineapple/pears/whatever open, pour off juice and transfer fruit chunks to bowl. Add chopped banana, apple squares, grapes, and other fresh fruits to taste. Eat messily and with gusto.
Bon appetit, mes amis!
WolfGrrl
Sunday, January 20, 2013
Across the World
I've been slack, but how can one find motivation when the weather is delightful, one's boyfriend is close, and there's a whole new country to explore? I barely use the internet now that I am abroad, but now I shall check in and let those of you who follow me know that I'm alive and busy.
My boyfriend took both these photos; I am not the most competent when it comes to photography. But I shall have to learn, because in two weeks I leave him to attend school 800 kms away. And I just have to document getting into my flat and trying to find my way around a whole new city.
Ciao!
WolfGrrl
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