I'm exhausted and it's probably gonna end with me falling asleep for an hour or two. What I really need to do is to write a letter to a friend in Ireland. I miss Ireland, there's something magical about that country.
I'm satisfied with my life here in my country. My school is wonderful, I love the job I'm doing and I have the perfect pink apartment. But still everything is not as it should be. It doesn't go a day without me thinking about moving back to Minneapolis. I'm terrified of realizing when I'm 60 years old that I didn't live my life the way I wanted. But am I willing to sacrifice everything for this?
I went home for lunch today to eat. Too bad I don't have any pink porridge left as a dessert. Maybe I could give you the recipe later if I manage to translate it. One of the ingredients is lingonberry, which can be found at Ikea.
Just before I moved from the States I went on a tour to the westcoast. I thought I could share some pictures with you from that trip...and to remind myself that summer will come here too, in like three months;)
This was my view everyday for breakfast, if you look closely you can see the stars on the street
No wonder my iPod didn't feel so well after this
I wonder how many celebrities have been to this one?