December. People are getting excited. I’m still not affected by Christmas epidemic. For me December is more synonym of a deserved retreat in my home town, hours of shopping (Oh my god Paris is so cheap), a ridiculous amount of descent food, long hours of sleep in a cozy bed and of course getting more stupid watching telly. I know it’s not very creative but hell, that’s how I see holidays. A big break in your routine, doing things that you never or rarely do (those who think that I intentionally state that I do stupid things to break my routine are misled. I didn’t mean that I’m doing only intelligent and fanciful things all days. But during holidays I actually only do the opposite). All those words to say that I will be in Paris from the 22th to the 30th. A day before New Year’s Eve. A most certainly special New Year’s Eve this year since my lovely flatmates and I decided to do something at our place. I don’t know yet how this will turn to. Olli, my neighbor told me he might have finished fixing his flat by then. And would be interested to do something at his place as well, thus mixing our parties together. Sounded like a lot of fun but I don’t go far on expectations since you always end up to disappointment no matter what.
