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This is what it could look like when one completely deconstructs a life as one knows it, and how to build from the ground up. Alternatively, this is a fresh look at an old story. The fine art of falling apart.

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Originally uploaded by Abstract Magdalene.

Is what I've found here in London. Two job interviews, and an apartment I kind of knew I wanted when I saw the front porch. It will be sweet tea heaven in the steamy summer nights to come. Just small/big enough for me and the pets. Beebs will love the huge windows. Buckley will love that room to run around in. Marble will love being with me. He is a part of my heart.

There is definitely the feeling of honeymoon-ness now that I'm driving along the streets and going to all my favourite stores. I haven't had a chance to go to the park, I wanted to save it for when I had the dogs with me. Marble will be happy to walk there again.

Huge ceilings and a gigantic front porch(it was THE selling feature), two small bedrooms, big kitchen (which I don't really need) and a liveabe bathroom. But the light, the porch, the windows, the charming little bits like plaster walls and hardwood floors, and doors that creak when I open them. MMMMM

ok, bed time. Early morning and Its already midnight. So....nightie, little hearts

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