Friday, October 14, 2011

wake me up when it's all over

I would have said something more cliche, like when September ends (hint: Green Day song), but I have no idea when everything is going to be ok again...
I miss my country, I miss my house, cats, friends, even my parents(!!!). But most of all I miss my boyfriend...

It's hard to be all alone. It was my dream to come to England to study, and to live here. But now that dream has become a weird long nightmare, keeping me away from everything that's familiar. I know that if I think rationally, this place is so much cooler than home, this country works a lot better than mine, but still I miss it and I want to go back..... even if it's crap, close minded, deep in economical crisis, and all that, it's still home :( It's still my house, my balconies, my garden, my cats, my street, my stuff. It's everything I am...for the past 6 years that I've been living in my grandma's house downstairs from my parents. This is my view from my house, in Kingston Hill: