I haven't put up too many pictures from my apartment. I guess it's because that it doesn't feel 100% ready yet. Well, I can at least give you a few pics. This is the hallway. The chair is Finnish from the 70s, the Toulouse-Lautrec plates are bought in a shop called Tiimari like five years ago, the mirror is my grandmother's old, the lamp is some other relative's old lamo and the clothing rack, or whatever it's called in English, I picked up from the garbage where I used to live before.
I like plants, so I actually have a little bit too many of them. Well, here is the corner of my living room. Everything is second hand.
And here is a glimpse of our Lundia-book shelves. (Och den gulrandiga burken får du
Johanna så fort du kommer hit!)
Today I got thinking about graduation day back in June -09.
How much I miss all the people in our class, even though I never liked all of them.
Now we are shattered and in totally different positions. Some of us have joined the army, some of us are studying at a university (like me), someone of us are traveling or just taking a year off.
I miss having a goal. I don't know if I want to study what I'm studying. I'm sad because I have no routines anymore. I'm angry because I can't decide what I want to do, and even if I could decide, it's going to be hard to get to the point I want. It was such a relief to graduate, but what's next?
Old knee-high suede boots + old suede jacket = "new" pair of thigh-high suede boots. It's going to take some time to get them finished, I'm still on only the first boot and I have to sew everything by hand because I don't own an industrial sewing machine. But it's worth it!
