After a long day, coming back to my little attic room is always a comforting feeling.
Today I : heard a story about wasps, drank the best hot chocolate of my life, did a crossword (until I got stumped), played some cards, looked at babies, bought a t-shirt, rode a bus, ate thai food and all the while hung out with a close friend.
But coming home to my cozy space, even after a great day, sure is wonderful.
(what is not so wonderful is my make-shift closet, which I only have to put up with for another week or so before I'm moving back home before my London adventure. see below.)
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