I threw my bag down; it hit the wood panelling and slid screeching to the floor with a final slump as I walked away. I slightly cringed thinking about my belongings now being smashed up in the ridiculously oversized bag, but I couldn't feel to guilty about breaking a phone that was the cause of so much stress. I kicked my feet high towards the open door of my bedroom and sent my pointing high heels flying, twirling as I danced in the opposite direction, well that yoga had definitely improved my flexibility. Today had not been a good day; the only thing that made me feel so energised was the 2-month holiday I was facing. Yes, you heard me right, 2 whole bloody months. I pranced to the fridge and recovered a cold bottle of beer. Popping the top off I sat on one of the high stools positioned around the kitchen island. I glanced around my home. It was gorgeous and I more than aware that I made everyone know that I lived in the most amazing home with the most amazing interiors in the most amazing place. Hey if you got it, flaunt it, right? I couldn't help but giggle, tomorrow I was leaving for two months of friends and fun. What more could a girl wish for?
(Authors Note: Okay so that was just a starter. This is where it all begins)