Moved back to the Mom and Dad Hotel (as previously said by a friend of mine... sorry for stealing it), and that can only mean one thing: in less than a week I'll be cruising through the States. My apartment is empty; everything is gone from it, packed in boxes that are now scattered around in my parent's house and forgotten for a whle. Yesterday I went into the apartment and felt an utter sadness about it. I really did love that place. I looked outside the window, thinking how it's probably much warmer in L.A. and that's a very good thing; after all, it's fucking freezing in this northern country. We have minus degrees all over the place and riding my bike seems colder than ever before.
So now everything is a waiting room, but a cozy one. I find myself talking to my stepdad a lot about all the various places I'll be going. For some reasons I also talk about monkeys a lot these days, but that's nothing I can really explain. It's just that they're so cute! But I guess that's pretty irrelevant information. What is relevant is that a week from now I'll be sitting in Heathrow Airport, being slightly scared of what's about to happen. But also so excited that I won't be able to sit still at all. I'm so in love with America and I can't wait to see her.
And I'm sorry for being so boring, but you'd be too, and you know it.
Nadia
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