... written in this flat.
I'm moving in October - from this benighted farm to the small city, where I work for over three years by now. Time to follow with the furniture, isn't it? I'm so anxious to leave this f**cked up place, you can't imagine. I have some friends on the farm, but the most people here are getting stranger from day to day
- not a home anymore.
No wonder, my current favourite songs are these two:Alle Farben - She movesMark Foster feat. Sido - Au revoir
Today I'm waiting for a moving company to visit my old flat and to make an offer how much it will cost me to get my stuff into my new home... let's hope, they'll be not that expensive as the last