I know I've mentioned the move about 200 times, but with it steadily approaching I find myself reflecting on the situation more and more. My boyfriend and I have been living in a lovely part of London (Muswell Hill) but of course the rent is far too high to continue living there. The plan was always to only move there for a year, then move back to my mum's flat- she would have been spending most of the year in France, before she got ill. Anyway I have hopefully secured myself a tiny flat in the housing cooperative we're part of which means cheap as chips rent (in return for being on a committee and going to really dull meetings), and living near to my mum, which is a happy medium I think. BUT I won't be moving there until August, so there's still a few weeks of me at home, and D at his parents. I think we're moving back in together (with the cat, obvs), although I suppose these few weeks apart will be good for us, to see whether we do want that or not.
I don't know, I guess I've always been one of those reflective nostalgic types. It's the end of an era!
To add to my midi collection I picked this one up in Primark for £5! You'll have to take my word on the length however (the first two photos are with the old cam..)
(I have very skinny forearms and wrists)
"I rule from this bed"