The week had of course the up and downs, nothing tragic but some things change from one day to another, especially when you're first coming into a new place and try to adjust! Like,
Day 1 : Hate list : The house. Day 2 : Love list : The house. I admit it's only me who would complain over that house, but I was pretty tired and had no idea where to put my 27 kilos of stuff I brought along. It only took one day to love the yellow bedroom walls, the Victorian style front, the old lamp in the corner, my twelve draws (big enough for all my stuff). It also helped the few girlie touches I put, like my shoe box tower that will soon look like the Tower of Babel, the "Love" hanger for my necklaces, and it wouldn't be my room without a full-length mirror. The fact that I'm 1 minute away from Hyde Park, 10 from Oxford St, and 30 from Harrods might help just a tiny little bit. Gosh, I LOVE my life. (Please let nothing go wrong.)
Of course a few more things made it at the hate list, like museums, walking big distances and sweating, waiting all day for the post, camera that is falling apart, but compared to the love list.. Pff who cares?









