9 days until Christmas. The countdown continues.
There isn't really much that can be said in fifteen minutes, but that's not going to stop me from trying.
“Why?”, you might be asking yourself.
It's simple really, this will be my unfiltered—more so than usually—of my thoughts and feelings as I part ways with Beije and Sthlm.
Yes, I'm writing this sitting on Arlanda Express, which is why I'm under such a time constraint. After this I won't have internet access until I'm back in the UK but by them it will also be too late to get a post in for today.
Oh how I've argued over these past couple of days. Benjamin and I enjoy arguing for the sake of arguing even though we have the same opinions most of the time. Comparisons have been made between The destruction of the Death Star and the Third Reich. Things have been said about feminism and equality.
I'll miss this. I miss having someone to talk to that will take the opposing simply because some one has to.
The end.
It's simple really, this will be my unfiltered—more so than usually—of my thoughts and feelings as I part ways with Beije and Sthlm.
Yes, I'm writing this sitting on Arlanda Express, which is why I'm under such a time constraint. After this I won't have internet access until I'm back in the UK but by them it will also be too late to get a post in for today.
Oh how I've argued over these past couple of days. Benjamin and I enjoy arguing for the sake of arguing even though we have the same opinions most of the time. Comparisons have been made between The destruction of the Death Star and the Third Reich. Things have been said about feminism and equality.
I'll miss this. I miss having someone to talk to that will take the opposing simply because some one has to.
The end.
