Guess where I am? 
Picture this:
I woke up at the crack of dawn to head to college on the off chance that my wallet might have been found. The thief that's been hitting there has had a habit of just taking the money and leaving the rest. I left last night's conquest in my bed and arrived at college at 7:30 a.m., frumpy and bleary-eyed, to ask the security guard if he'd found anything.
He asked me to describe what was in it, I said that there was a French identity card and my very moldy, very sentimentally valuable first concert ticket stub (Aerosmith, thank you very much!). He nodded and proceeded to hand me over my wallet. No more money and no more debit cards, of course, but identity card and ticket stub intact.
I jumped for joy around the security guard and gave him a massive hug before running back to my place. I shoved the first things that I came across into my suitcase, shoved my poor conquest out of my bed and out of my flat, and ran to Waterloo.
I boarded the first train to Paris that I could afford and glued my face to the window, the Pixies blasting into my ears. I changed clothes in the loo to try to look presentable; the people that I'm going to work for wanted me to go and see them as soon as I hopped off the train.
So here I am. Paris, finally!
I've hugged my entire family, my wee ickle sister has already slobbered all over me.
I feel very lucky.
Sometimes, I love nothing more than hopping on a train and gluing my face to the window.
Now, forgive me while I pass out from the emotional overload that these past few days have brought on.
Picture this:
I woke up at the crack of dawn to head to college on the off chance that my wallet might have been found. The thief that's been hitting there has had a habit of just taking the money and leaving the rest. I left last night's conquest in my bed and arrived at college at 7:30 a.m., frumpy and bleary-eyed, to ask the security guard if he'd found anything.
He asked me to describe what was in it, I said that there was a French identity card and my very moldy, very sentimentally valuable first concert ticket stub (Aerosmith, thank you very much!). He nodded and proceeded to hand me over my wallet. No more money and no more debit cards, of course, but identity card and ticket stub intact.
I jumped for joy around the security guard and gave him a massive hug before running back to my place. I shoved the first things that I came across into my suitcase, shoved my poor conquest out of my bed and out of my flat, and ran to Waterloo.
I boarded the first train to Paris that I could afford and glued my face to the window, the Pixies blasting into my ears. I changed clothes in the loo to try to look presentable; the people that I'm going to work for wanted me to go and see them as soon as I hopped off the train.
So here I am. Paris, finally!
I've hugged my entire family, my wee ickle sister has already slobbered all over me.
I feel very lucky.
Sometimes, I love nothing more than hopping on a train and gluing my face to the window.
Now, forgive me while I pass out from the emotional overload that these past few days have brought on.
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nic:
Hooray! That's fantastic! Good luck with your work placement, meets won't be the same without you.
razorpsych:
good for you... good to know you are getting a bit of luck after what happened!