After hours of coffee and quiches, I kept this post as a draft yesterday. A couple hours later, I talked to Noumi, one of my best best-friends. As usual, we talked in this particular order; about her, about me, then about life. She told me about her 3rd anniversary with her bf, I told her I’m going to Barcelona, and the last one (as always) was the part of pretending to know everything about life or what’s going to happen next-after-next.
She reminded me not to be so happy to be modern and independent. Sounded just like chicklit, but she got the point. That’s what I intended to write at the first time for this post. That (I think) I’m orienting once again, after a disorientation. That I’m loosen up and going to learn how to cook as much as I travel.
Hello, June! :)