be of love (a little)

“Loving someone means taking the risk that they might fuck up your nicely ordered little life.” Mark Haddon, A Spot of Bother.

i'm going back to the start

Am back in København (: Have also moved into Egmont, which means yes to getting to know more danish people (finally) and no more grumpy landlady cutting off my internet access. The place is lovely, although the room does feel a little empty, with its white-washed walls. So, in my attempt to brighten up the place a little and make it seem less empty, I've been plastering the wall with postcards and pages from magazines.

Anyway yeah, now that I'm no longer living where I used to live, if any of you lovely people intend to mail me some love letters or anything of that sort, please ask me for my new address (:

dance dance dance

I'm back! (: Though "back" now refers to London, not Copenhagen, for now.

I've been in London for a month now, kinda, but not quite. In between arriving exactly a month ago...

We've spent too much time (and too much cash) battling the crowds at Oxford Circus, eaten too many times in Chinatown (to make up for the past semester, and in anticipation for the coming one), spent eight lovely days in Paris traipsing along Rue de Rivoli, watching seagulls, ducks and pigeons in the Tuileries and tasting the best macarons in the world, went to the friendliest country in Europe - Portugal - and cycled along the Estoril Coast watching huge waves crash down on the rocky shorelines...

But for now, I'm home, in London. For a couple of days at least, before we're off to Ireland and Scotland (: