I just caught the title of a blog that was very captivating, it was called My Summer in Oxford.
I wish I could write about something that engaging, about another place in life, a space of time that was filled with an adventure, better than, my life as an invisible person in America.
My family left my house yesterday, since I had to work in the morning, I didn't get to see them leave. When I got back my mum left me a sweet sweet note that almost got me to tears, and just underneath it my nieces signed it and said, bye auntie, your house was fun.
In the note my mum prayed that my new house will bring me so many good things, and that I shall always have money to pay for my rent *hint, hint* and that I shall prosper in all things. I am saving it for my tear-jerker moments.
In other things, I am now alone in my house, and yes, about to tackle it again for the second time, the first time around only lasted for 5 days before they moved in for 2 weeks. Let's see how long this one lasts. But this is me. And I should face it with little or no tear jerker moments.
Seriously.
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