Right. I am living in Largs. I am surviving at work, (gosh, a 2 person team with Melli who still considers herself the teamleader and takes all sorts of inappropriate freedom during work hours) and there's a little bit of a mircale going on.Mom and Claus and my dad have decided to pay for my education. Fully. I went to Shillington College last week to attend the open-door night and decided that if I had the chance to somehow go to that collage I HAVE to tke my chance and make my dreams come true, get on my way and go to London for 3 months. I wrote a price statistic about the costs for the 3 months, sent it off to all of them and then had a half nervousbreakdow waiting for 2 days for a reply. All kinda thoughts running through my head. My parents telling me to fuck off, for example.
Instead, on the third day I recieve an email from CLaus on my mom saying, "Well, we think this is pretty realistic, are you sure it's enough money and when do you need it?"
I made some artsy stuff as you can see and am getting more creative and dreamy by day while maintaining drive. I'm actually quite happy. And all the happier once I am leaving for Shillington. (Starting to realise how much I'll miss my boyfriend!)
My dad and Andrea came over 3 or so weeks ago. I am so happy I got great family. Both sides.
