Distant Lights.

It really does feel sad when I look at the scrap of paper I doodled with plans for the week off. I remember doing this when I was on the train to G. When it comes to returns, this time my longing will not revolve around the "I-was-too-long-at-home-hence-I'm-homesick-leaving-it" theme but "I-want-to-be where-he-is" interwoven with "we-have-spent-so-much[-great]-time-together-I-can't-even-get-back-to-mundanity-of life" kind of thing. As usual in such state of affairs, there are, thanks gods, things thanks to which I can survive and live through the hard times. These are: my bike ^^, my roommate [hell yeah! I'm bringing some sweets for her] and I could also add late evening chats with my friends from all around the world which also help keep me going. So much for now.

After this week at home, there certainly is one thing I have realized while staying here: I love being here, the kind of atmosphere, so quiet that man could not wish for anything better. I do not love, however, when the other three inhabitants are in here. Well, ok, I could be ok with my mum, that's for granted, but the men. No comments. This place would be so much better when it comes to good vibes provided it was deprived of these kind... Really.

It's time to go now. Time to get back to what has been once started. It should not be that bad though. It will be just hard to settle in once again. To re-set the mindset. Lots of gorgeous food should do though. Plus the awareness of a possibility to go there when I whim so.