Time to go home

And the first time since I've been here I don't really want to go... Don't get me wrong, I'm super excited to see my family and home town and my cat, my precious little kitty cat (sidenote: Once I was walking and heard someone behind me - it was dark - I looked around - no one then I heard like a little bell and saw a kitty is following me - awwwww - so for the next ten minutes I just sat on the pavement in the middle of the night petting that cat :D that's how much I miss mine). So far I haven't packed one single thing and I have to be on the train to Manchester half 9 tomorrow morning + I have to spend the whole day at work today, so time's running out and yet I'm just sitting here doing nothing, well I am writing this post so you must be happy, lol :D Anyway can you guess why I suddenly started to kinda like the awful Aber? Yeah probably :D Well it is definitely too soon to be something serious (hey, we only met less than a week ago - officially, if you know what I mean - you don't but no need to worry that's an inside joke that I have mostly with myself :D ). But yeah He managed to come along and ruin all my plans. Last week I couldn't wait to get out of here (just for a week but still), now I can't wait to come back, oh god. I gave up on the brits already stating to everyone that I'll try my luck in France next year (oh shit I haven't written that post yet have I? Ooops, I'll try writing about my plans pretty soon) and get a special someone there but no again He has to come along and ruin everything :D And by ruining everything I obviously mean made every single day sooooo much better :) We shall see what happens but this promises to be the best summer ever :D

Ttyl ;)

Jazzz...