Oh there you are, I've been looking for you forever
Ok so.. I bought tickets to Glasgow, Scotland. No return. Cuhrazy! I'm already thinking about how to decorate my lovely tenement flat (which I don't have yet) with photos on the walls of my friends and family and cards like this:
|Photo via http://www.fitfoodiefinds.com/2011/04/easter-weekend-recap.html|
Seriously, I'd die for a print on the wall that said "I want to snuggle the SHIT out of YOU." I'd hang it over my bed, naturally. Granted it would totally freak out any possible visitors of the opposite sex, but hey..
Also, I want to find really old suitcases to turn into tables. Because a) they look awesome and b) I won't have the time or the money to get real tables, much less move heavy things like said tables to the flat. Oh and c) I'd be able to actually fill them with stuff to bring to Scotland from Finland, solving the problem of furniture AND luggage at the same time.
In the midst of this dreaming I still have to waddle through the summer, which will be awesome I'm sure. I'm just so supermegacrazyawesome-excited about the fall. I JUST CAN'T.
I want my own home. Like this one.
But I guess I've finally made a decision that I'm going there, whether it'll turn out to be a good or a bad decision I don't know. And frankly, I don't even care.