Suddenly D-day is within visible distance. I can't help but be scared and excited. And a little bit sad too. Trying to think about what I'm coming home to, and not so much what I'm leaving. But I can't help but think of the people I love and will miss incredibly much. Or all the things available here.
The thought of not having loads of bars, pubs and clubs to choose from makes me want to quickly create a clone and send that to Sweden. Maybe I'm still too single? It's not like I've got a man waiting for me. Although I will be living on a mansion and I've been told that works very well as a chat up line. At least it works for guys. The question is, will a guy be impress if I ask him:
Do you want to come back to my mansion?
I will eventually find out I guess. Unless the man asked is at the mansion, attending a party. Then it would be slightly silly. But I could say:
Want to come back to my room?
That might work too.
A month from now I will be ready to go to the Philippines. 33 days of sunshine, heat and beaches. Yeah, I can live with that.
Then back to Sweden. To the mansion. Find a job. Have a fucking good time. Get drunk with my brother. Have coffee with my dad.
I can do this.
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