18 days.. alive and kicking.

Things I have discovered in the time I have left home.

Week one. I’m a nervous eater. enough said!
Week two. I failed making pizza dough and ended up eating two packets of banana chips and drinking 4 L of orange. Getting better I would say.

I enjoy living alone so much I forget how to close doors. E.g while I’m in the bathroom. Having a housemate move in now really defeats this new found skill.
I always blamed my mother for us never having any hairspray, sorry mum it was usually me that used it, and now I know.
Taking the rubbish out once every week is not good. Because that weird smell when I walk in the house is not just the ‘house smell’ it’s the left over’s in the bin having a party.
There is no point having a shower if u don’t have a clean towel to dry yourself with. Defeats the purpose again of being clean. This also applies for socks.
Wearing underwear in a foreign country is usually a must. (This has a back story, but will be kept inside me…forever)

Not shaving your legs for 3 weeks is totally fine!
(This somewhat refers to the underwear story… but not as bad as you think)

Buying the cheapest beer at the supermarket, does not make you cheap, it makes you a smart shopper. Thank you mother!
I have learnt the fine art of eating everything off the chopping board that I prepared it on. Skill-a-mastered!
Calling your mum at any time of the day to ask about random little things like freezing meat, is ok. Not only does she get to still have an opinion on what I do, but she feels comfortable when she knows I’m eating healthy.
By asking her these questions I have less chance of poisoning myself, something I can definitely see happening in the future.
Talking to foreign men about all of the above things does not make you a sexy!

And those are the lessons I have learnt.

Louise-still in one piece.