There Were Times....

Me and my sister in our blanket tent

...when we used to make houses, forts or tents out of blankets, bed sheets and other things we were able to find around us at home. We built them anywhere in our houses, or even outside if the weather was right.

...when our cats or dogs were our best friends who understood us like no-one else.

There were times when climbing into a tree was a no big deal; it was every kid's inevitable duty to do so.

We knew of no downfalls, the life was so simple and it was so easy to spark smiles in our faces. We were undamaged and didn't know how worse our lives can or will get in the future. It's funny how we all wanted to be grownups, and when we finally are, we don't really understand what's good about being one. Problems are equivalent to the age; they grow and get bigger as we grow.

Conclusion: I'm a nostalgic b*tch; I overthink and overphilosophize things.
Good for me.
This might be the result of my increased caffeine intake. OR I might be another Confucius, Hegel or Plato.
S. x

Falmouth.

First of all, I've been offered a place at the Falmouth university a few weeks ago!! Who would thought that Fuzz will make it? Even I didn't. And I'm glad people were interested in this little foreign girl from a country with a funny name. Still, they were scared of my surname. I'll have to do something about it.
So, in this post you will see some random photos I took while I was in the town. I was really sad to leave the  country. I simply didn't want to fall back into my grey monotonous life and return to winter. I was so angry being in cold weather and snow after spending a week seeing sun, palm trees and greenery all around me. It's March and it still snows.
This post, on the other hand may probably be an excuse to post something and force myself to do something other than procrastinating..
So, here it goes!

The view from my room's window

The little mess I've made on my first day when I finally
reached my hotel at 11:30 pm

Phoenix cinema in Falmouth town centre

Gyllyngvase (aka Gilly) beach

Silent and quiet Groove Place and Maritime museum
in early Monday.

Birds in Falmouth are quite willing to be photographed.
I stood REALLY close to this one.

Truro train station, about 7:30 am on my last day in the UK

On a plane, flying home