I believe it has been more than ten years since I had a bicycle of my own. I loved having one. I felt like flying and so free when I rode a bicycle. Today I finally came to the decision of purchasing a bike. In the first store we (Cristian and I) went in, I found it. I found a perfect bicycle. It is rather big compared to my size. Although, I do not mind it, to me it is appealing.
On Tuesday, within three days it will be ready for me to bring home. I am utterly excited. Imagine riding the bicycle home. Ah yes…
(No, my bicycle does not look like the above one.
It looks like this.)
I have always wanted a pen pal so that I would be able to send these kinds of mails.
When confused you put the kettle inside the refrigerator.
I’m hungry, tired, upset about the fact that it never rains in Gothenburg. I don’t care about the popularity in this city, I want, no I need the rain! This is why I miss Borås.
I need a job desperately. Will someone just call me and offer me a job?
Work, here in Sweden, is only based on experience whereas education is, of course, based on grades. The only reason I wish to have a pointless job is for the experience for the future and for the money, obviously.
Sigh, I suppose the required virtue here is patience.