I think the only thing none of us love is the kitchen. Which, I’m beginning to see, will never be clean. It just won’t be. Time to accept it and move on (hopefully without any charges).
I got out of the shower tonight after rinsing out hair dye and the mirror was fogged up. Someone had written on it “you are beautiful” with their finger, so it only shows up—well, basically only after showers. I’ve got a pretty good idea of who it was, but the fact that someone I live with likes the rest of us enough to do something so thoughtful and kind-hearted makes me happy like I’ve just gotten a hug.
I wrote “so are YOU!” with a heart next to underneath the message. :)
I’m leaving in about six hours for the train station. I’m not done packing, and I just remembered there are about nine in-depth questions I was supposed to answer and send to my Roman World TA. Oops.
It’ll get done, though. And then I’ll sleep until I get into King’s Cross in London and get someone to take my picture at platform 9 3/4.
And yes, I’m taking a train down to London specifically to get a picture at platform 9 3/4. I’m not even a huge Harry Potter fan anymore, but skipping out on that feels like it might be blasphemy.
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