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A Thousand Lilac Petals
And chapters of my life Quotes: Good friends, good books and a sleepy conscience: this is the ideal life.
Treated like a queen
Monday, June 8, 2009, 9:11 PM
They complained.

Next update.

Shifted to the Fronius apartment just last Monday.
I live right next to Wels Bahnhof (main train station) now.
Which means:
I walk 3 minutes to work everyday.
I take the lift down to go to the supermarket.
I walk 2 minutes to the train station.
I live 5 minutes away from all my friends.
Ok.
I have to admit i am damn spoilt.
Hahah.
Not exactly.
Because having my own apartment means:
I have to wash my own laundry.
I have to iron my own clothes.
I have to fix my own meals.
I have to clean my own apartment.
But i have no complains really.
I have come to enjoy living alone despite all that.
I feel so much more independent.
Somehow, somewhere along the way
I feel like i don't want to depend on anyone anymore.
Maybe i really am capable of caring for myself alone.

I guess i could really feel a tweeny bit proud of myself.
I have fed myself well.
My clothes don't stink of odours.
My apartment doesn't look like a pig sty.
I was never quite the tidy and hardworking girl back home.
But staying alone here gave me the chance to prove myself wrong.

Everyone keeps asking me if i miss home.
Hmmm.
I do miss the people back home but i am not home sick.
I just really like it here.
And i wish i could stay on a little longer.