Maybe because I'm facing the prospect of never leaving the house ever again (honours year is slowly taking over my life and I fear I will become a hermit by October), but all I can think about lately is the home. What it's going to look like, what I want to put in it, who I'm going to share it with. I went to Ikea the other day and bought a beautiful bedside tray table, and I filled with all of the things that I normally just throw on the floor (hair ties, books I'm reading, punnets of strawberries) and I think it's not a bad start on the road to this.
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