I just found a mango. Right here, on the table. Where's it from? HO old is it? Can I eat it? WIll Jo (the flat mate) care? Hmm.
Why did the guy delivering my package buzz right at the moment when I got out of the shower, and i was naked with crazy, freshly washed hair? Hmm? Could he not have waited five more minutes?
Why am I one pound short for the coffee I want to buy from Starbucks? So now my choices are take cash out or skip the coffee. Which to do?
Why is my mum not skyping me now at a time which is convenient for me? What, does she have a life outside of me or something? (Realisation dawns) Oh no!
Cups of tea make you think. Which is lovely. Mmm, cup of tea.
I want to fast forward thee months into the future, by which point, I assume, I will have a job, be going to uni, have made some more friends, or be closer to the ones I have now.... but the next three months will suck. Re-establishing yourself into life alone? Adventure? It's not all it's cracked up to be. It;s hard work (I can see why I've been avoiding it all these years). And sometimes, you can get melancholy about that.
And then you find a mango on the table. Out of no where. And everything seems good again.
I don't even care if it's Jo's. I'm eating it.
Awesome :)
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