Epilogue

I had big plans for my first day back home (23/7). I was going to study and unpack and pay bills and make lists. But, instead I spent it lying on my bed, reading the second book in the series about the teenage witches. It made me remember other summer days, spent with Harry Potter, Alanna, Aeriel and Bella Swan. There is something very relaxing about these days, spent in a bubble in imaginary worlds. And today also enlightening – that I am 25 and can still read myself into that kind of bubble. It’s good to know. In case I ever feel the need to escape, but have no TV shows available that seem to be worth my while (to be honest, they rarely are).

Lina has taken wonderful care of my basils and my parsley. The cilantro looks weird, like a weed, but still tastes as it should. I picked up my baby brother’s old phone, and now I’ve managed to collect the most important phone numbers.

Tomorrow, I’ll be good. Tomorrow, I’ll start with the studying and unpacking and bill paying and the list making. I promise.