I thought it would all work out. Like finally getting what I wished for, something I longed so badly for. But when it really happens, a wave of uncertainty comes crashing. This time is slightly different from before. It used to be just uncertainty then, but now, there comes a bit of unwillingness. I suddenly realised how attached I've grown to this place, the people, the atmosphere. All it took was just that bit of persuasion and wise reasoning from them and I'm back to square one all over again. I must seem like such a pain ass wishy-washy person. But after reviewing the imaginary pro-con list that I drew up during the one and a half hour phone call, it is all so clear.
So nope, I won't be moving out (once again).
And this time I am willing to accept this outcome. Gladly.
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On other news, I joined the japanese studies society and am trying out fencing next monday.
And my favourite song at the moment is this:
Really really niceeee~~!! nevermind that she looked at least 10 years older with those curls in the video (-_-) I prefer the song without the video actually.