Fast Lanes and Headlines - Toto Wolff

Visite

Last time I accepted any form of money from my parents was when I went to study in England. They bought me a small apartment in hopes that, as a thank you, I would pursue a job of their liking after graduation (I did not)

The walls are dark green from the time I painted them right before exam season in the first year. I always paint when Im frustrated and I was frustrated because I had a writers block.
There were plenty of news but no words to describe them. My head was filled with exams, even if they had not even started yet. That's what stress does to me.

It smells the same as when I left for preseason testing.
Its been months on the go and I haven't been able to afford a flight back. I don't think I missed it. Its so quiet. When I'm working I'm always around people. There is always some commotion going on in the hotels and it's never truly quiet.

Nothing moved and the only thing proving my absence was the dust that had gathered in various places. Coming in here feels like stepping into a past life. One where I was usually far from the track and my blog was my best friend. Obviously, besides Will, who was and still is my best friend.
I drop my bags and take off my shoes.
Im glad that my apartment isn't carpeted like most places here in England. Else I'd be hovering for the next hours.
My room is small but cosy. In the corner hung up is a Swiss flag, showing off the bit of pride I feel for my home country and the rest of the wall is mostly filled with pictures. Some show me and my sister and others display my friends from Switzerland. I miss them. I really do. I should text them again.

I sit on my bed and take in the silence. It's only been a few hours since the flight but I already feel lonely again. Toto had asked if I have a place to stay because he wasn't aware I have an apartment here but I told him I'm all set. We still haven't talked. After the captain announced the landing, the drivers came over to talk about the next few days. We had a whole week free so there really wasn't much planned.
Mercedes was going to have a shoot for the special silverstone helmets, but that's all.

My phone dings

Winnie Poooo(lando):
About to take off
We still set for dinner?

Me:
Yea
Save flight

Winnie Poooo(lando):
Thx

Will doesn't know yet that Im back but he will find out very soon. Excitment fills me and I take that and get up to go grocery shopping. Otherwise, I don't think I have the motivation. 

The streets are so familiar and everything still looks the same.
'Find happiness in the small things'
Thats always what I tell myself and maybe now it's time to find that happiness in the crappy Chocolate minnie muffins from Morrisons.
I fill my cart more and more and when I pay, I realise its the first time I didn't have to check my bank account and pray I have enough money.
I shake my head. Crazy how fast your life can change. I want to be happy about and I mean, I am truly grateful but Im scared. With two bags in hand, I walk back to my flat. What if I lose my job tomorrow? The key opens the door with a click. What if something happens and I lose my money? The fridge is empty beside a pickle jar. What if I never make it out of here? Now the fridge is full and I close it. I don't want to stay here forever. I sit down onto my small couch. I should be more positive. I pull up my legs. Anna always said 'you can't live tomorrow if you haven't live today' a sob teares from my throat. Anna.

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When my phone rings, the outside has already gone dark. I pull it out my jeans pocket and see it's Lando.

"Heyy Milaaa. Im at the hotel now and ready to leave, soo... want me to get ya?"

"Wait. What time is it?"