We were young we were wrong
We were fine all along
My neighbour moves a lot of furniture. You see, I started taking notes every time I hear something from up there and about 85% says "furniture is being moved". 10% says "screaming" and the other 5 says "screaming, loud discussions, furniture is being moved?".
I feel like one of those really old ladies who peek through the curtains and spy on their neighbours. My dad's one of those. He always told me off for doing it, but he does it himself. Haha, never really thought about that until now to be honest.
I really dislike living here, being an hour away from my closest friends (and, at times - my family). It's good thing it's only about 2½ years until I've finished my studies (if I actually manage to find my brain and study) and can move abroad. Then I'll only be about 2 hours away. With a plane...
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