We’re superconnected.

Orrright, so in half an hour I’m going to leave for the train station.
So that I can meet my brother and sister.
In Paris.
France.

All I have left to do is post this, make my bed, ring some stupid courier company about a redelivery, dry and straighten my hair, and smear some makeup on my face.

I have this kick-ass motherfucker of a backpack (50L, yo) sitting on my floor, all ready to go.

Things I will miss over the next four days:
- my ukulele (I’ve been playing it for a while every day and even wrote some neat little songs on it),
- my little cousin Aiden (because he keeps getting better every day), and
- our messy kitchen.

So long for now, Bethnal Green.