Jane

7

 Next morning, I woke up after snoozing the alarm for at least 30 minutes. I didn't have much to do today apart from getting the flight back home. What better excuse to lazily lie in bed? Huh? So, I decided to read the book I was thoroughly enjoying at the moment. These days it seemed like reading was very exciting as I recently was gifted a metal book mark. There was a cute pink Chinese doll at the edge of the metal rod and I thought it was really cool. After hanging around for quite a while I started reading but soon was distracted by the sound of the raining outside. I liked raining more than I loved flower crowns, I can tell you that! And I loved flower crowns so much. So, I guess this is the part where you get a reasonable idea of how much I liked rain. Some of my best memories were so closely connected with rain. I am a Pluviophile. You can say that I am emotionally attached to the feeling of rain. I love how small rain drops could make me feel instantly as alive as it was possible to feel. And I live for such feelings. I would usually run outside if I was ever in a place where I could easily get out, an action which was followed by a grumpy woman who was my mom, yelling at me, dragging me inside. But occasionally I was lucky enough to sneak in some good times under ever so joyful and mystical pure bliss, which you called "rain".

I lazily crawled out of the bed and put on my bath robe. Heading to the bathroom to brush my teeth, I realized that it was a bit chilly. Usually, when it rains it was quiet warm. Seen as it was winter, raining was always million times better than the cold frosty mornings.

After brushing my teeth, I made myself a cup of tea and a bowl of cereal. These days I always seemed to have cereal for breakfast. It was only because of the low budget that I was running on. I basically couldn't afford spending more money on anything fancy. On the other hand, I would not even have time to make something fancy, although sometimes I enjoyed making pancakes and covering them with strawberry jam which was my favorite jam. (and Nutella of course)

I come back to my bed room, which was quiet warm now that I had turned on the heater. I had an oil heater, an old one, but in a good working condition. But I really need to be aware of the power bill. It hasn't even been three weeks to this month, but the power bill has just gone out of the window. It is time that I thought, how on earth is it possible to get such a high bill when I spent most of the time outside the flat! I would spend my whole day in the library if I had to, if it helped me save some bloody money, to buy something for myself.

I was very pleased that I had finished packing my suit case, which made me realize that I have more than enough time till heading to the airport. I continued reading the 'Book Thief which was interesting. But it was sad. I found the perspective that the book was written on, very depressing. Yet again I find everything quiet depressing, No wonder there!

At 10.30 am my friend, Elise was supposed to pick me up. So by 9.30 am I was ready but I thought I'd take all the sheets and the blankets off the bed and put them away in the wardrobe. It is way easier to make the bed fresh and clean when I come back, well that is unpredictable, isn't it? Coming back! Life never goes the way that we want, but sometimes even if you don't know where you are going it has this astonishing way of getting back in your head and pointing you towards the right direction. That is what I used to love about life. I was just another oblivious soul floating through air until I saw it standing right in front of me. I was just astonished. I guess it was spontaneous, but it was more like a yearn, 'please come back to senses, you have so much to look forward to', you know what I did? I was happy that it was finally here, finally here because it seemed like it finally knew that I was waiting for that lightning bolt moment, all this time! But I guess the timing was not right and just because I was happy it did not mean that I was ready to take its advice. I would never bow down! and I slammed the door at its face. That's how rude I was...