Jetsetskank

Eventually, every journey has to come to an end. I just can't believe what I am about to say... Today is my last day here in Nice. Tomorrow a plane will take me back to Stockholm, Sweden. In a few weeks I will probably think back on all the crazy shit that has been going on here in Frence and ask myself: "Was that for real?!"

Fuck fuck fuck FUUUUCK!!!!!!

I am gonna miss it so much! It... Always hearing French all around me, a little boulangerie on every street, the lifestyle, sitting on the beach in the evenings drinking cheap wine with my friends, sweating like crazy in Wayne's and Pompei and getting splashed with the sweat ocean pooring from Angry Brittish Guy and Matilda, coming home six in the morning and meaning to come to school on time at nine but always arriving at ten thirty, the hot guys ready for the picking... And the most important thing - all the wonderful people I have gotten to know here! FUCK IT!!

Lucky as I have been here in Nice most of the time, I will have a great thing waiting for me in September though - Nicola is coming to Stockholm! Dude, I hope you are in for some new and freshly baked craziness! :D

In short, tomorrow I will cry rivers - first tears of sadness because I have to leave and then tears of joy because I will arrive.

PS: Sorry for the melodramatisism. I guess I am just the regular "Mensfreak" ;)