
I'm not really in the mood to talk about it right now, but for the sake of recording my life, I will add a few words about it here.
I spent the day with my ex-best friend. It was really nice. We did the usual chitter-chatter, with no in-depth talk or anything, but it was good entertainment. We drove to a very large nearby lake and parked our (well, my) car at a quite impossible spot. I had to park in reverse, which I haven't done for three years, so that was quite a show. But I managed to do it! Hurray! So we saved a lot on parking fees! Then we decided to take the ferry across the lake, visited a nice castle, dipped our feet into the lake, wandered about in the woods a bit and had a picnic. It was nice.
I saw a house which will be known as MY HOUSE from now on. It was lovely... petite, in flaky yellow color, green blinds, tiled roof. Very rustic. A glass house in the garden. I could peek inside and it had statues and art objects in there, wooden floors... lovely, lovely. In the glass house, they had lots of iron chairs and a really old bed... oh wow. I want to live RIGHT THERE. A small brook mumbled next to it, it was cool from the large trees and the scent of flowers hung in the air... I love it...
Later, we had dinner at an Italian restaurant. Nice day, yes. I'm content...