The first day of my final week here has come, yet again.
This week will be full of joy and sadness, reunions and partings.
Every day has something to offer, and I am grateful for being here this special week. I'm up my throat with preperations for my trip back home to London, so I will never be bored. But it's a rainy day and I feel a bit close to myself. I'm waiting for my mum to leave the flat so that I can sing. I feel like singing.
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