Bingo tonite
2010-12-04 @ 00:44:49
Where is my HOME... My lovely, cosy flat next to the park with beautiful shopping centre seven minutes away from the doorstep...or my hometown street, where cascade of trees bends over the pavements and whispering their stories while you are walking back home.. where my Mum is.. and my Brother.. my Friends and memories are? There are no times better than your youngsters’ ones. I was so unaware, so naïve and inexperienced so free. I own rights to buy alcohol anywhere in the world for only a couple of months when I decided to treat my broken heart in England. Back then I thought, that it is the end of the world. The place, where a bus drives 26 hours must have been far enough to forget, mustn’t it? The first memory of my arrival is, when I saw a sentence on the blackboard in front of the pub saying:bingo tonite. I thought I will regret my conceit as I actually can’t speak English. When the first Christmas came I asked English girl I was working with, what are the lyrics of “Jingle Bells” and she said she didn’t know, unbelievably I know :) Try to ask anyone in Poland how the Jingle Bells goes, at least chorus.. everyone knows it!! She didn’t. My point is I wasn’t scared of the right thing. Funny enough, I didn’t even think once about being lonely, surrounded by unfamiliar places and leaving with strangers. Now I am packing myself up as I can go back to my mum’s for a couple of months and I am catching myself on creating obstacles. After all of those years missing being at home, I feel now like I am moving out of one..
I know V will love it. Grandmothers dachshund is cuddly and like him, which we definitely cannot say about our cat, Stówka . You are probably thinking now, why I called a cat like this.. there is a story behind it. I bought her… there was a time I was so lonely I just had to have a pet. Now I would say I was getting broody and this was the first step, but then, I needed a pet to look after. There was a one million people in London and nobody had a cheaper cat for sale :) Stówka is special to me, but my mum’s dog hunt cats. As simple as this. Stówka is not going.
Apart from missing her I will miss everything else. D the most.. It should be great as I have a life of ten thick diaries there. Question is, am I still the same person?
Xo xo
I know V will love it. Grandmothers dachshund is cuddly and like him, which we definitely cannot say about our cat, Stówka . You are probably thinking now, why I called a cat like this.. there is a story behind it. I bought her… there was a time I was so lonely I just had to have a pet. Now I would say I was getting broody and this was the first step, but then, I needed a pet to look after. There was a one million people in London and nobody had a cheaper cat for sale :) Stówka is special to me, but my mum’s dog hunt cats. As simple as this. Stówka is not going.
Apart from missing her I will miss everything else. D the most.. It should be great as I have a life of ten thick diaries there. Question is, am I still the same person?
Xo xo