What sets me appart from a homeless person ?
I am in the bus station, 4am, freacking cold, I have my big backpack, wearing my fingerless gloves, and I could litterally look like a homeless person that has nowhere to sleep. Which is true : I have nowhere to sleep, and I think I might have 40euros left on my bank account… I dont really look at it. I have just enough money to do what I wanr, to go where I want and thats the cost of freedom
Yesterday I was visiting Verona, the city of Roméo and Juliette, and tomorow i have a barbecue with my friends in Amsterdam
I have non idea WHERE I’m gonna be in the next days, and what I’m gonna be doing, I just know FOR SURE that I’m freaking happoy right now. Maybe because I met this guy… Alé, he was hanging on my every word I said. Hes my age, cute, tall, funny, nog the crazy characters I use to love/admire, but I really want to know him. I feel something deep AND fun and the same time. And he likes flowers. We only spent few hours just before I leave, But I’m sure we will meet again. At least, I want to. Lets see what the universe is preparing for me.
Cool stuff I hope