Mission possible.

I've cleaned my car today, finally. I found 3 pairs of shoes, 4 coats, loads of tshirts and other stuff. I always complain I don't have anything to wear.... so mission accomplished.  Now, on the other hand, I'm on a mission impossible. I'm tidying my bedroom and started sorting out clothes to give away to charity when i leave etc. I realized that with my enormous suitcase and handluggage the clothes aren't the worry. It's all my stuff, just shitty things I cannot bin because of the memories. It's the stuff that is going to take up all the space. Oh well, guess I have to see how much it is when everything is packed.

Yesterday I said my first goodbye, to the first person I met in England. Kajsa is going home to sweden so I won't see her before I leave. I cried, she cried, and when I got back home I got really sentimental and cried the whole evening.

Because of the whole being really emotional- situation I was a real horrible to one of my best friends.  I know he is always there to listen, we joke about him being my therapist, and he means so much to me, yet I was the worst of friends to him yesterday. I take it all back, nothing I said did I mean. I'm sorry!!!