This one is a little bit of a lie. Today was not really a Mundane Monday. Today was the first Monday that I've spent in Germany in over a year so it's pretty special. I'm back to sleeping in my childhood room which whilst it had a makeover last year, still feels like a younger part of my life. I keep finding funny little things such as gig tickets from when I went through my slight emo phase. Everyone has one of those right? I'm enjoying being in a homely environment and being around things that I'd forgotten about like the map of Cannes that I framed after I'd attended the film festival back in May last year. It's comforting to find these things for some reason.
My Monday was even more special because I got accepted on to my masters course at Cardiff University! I'm a glutton for punishment so I'm going back to university in September for one more year. Another year of hiding away from the real world and using a student card. I'm excited because it's a course that's totally new and out of my comfort zone. I'm ready for a challenge.
After the exciting news of my acceptance my dad and I drove to the airport to pick up my Godmother. She's the reason I have ventured back to the Vaterland. I haven't seen her in three years (she lives in Montreal, Canada) and she's visiting us in Germany for ten days so I couldn't feasibly stay in Cardiff watching Kitchen Nightmares on Netflix (I have this thing for Gordon Ramsey I can't even help myself). Frankfurt Airport is one of the more bearable ones that I frequent and the blow of the low ceilings is somewhat lessened by the decent coffee they have in the arrivals area. Coffee tastes better on mainland Europe. Fact. I had tears in my eyes when I saw my Godmother. She's the most amazing lady and has the kindest heart, we've had a great evening chatting over my homemade tomato risotto (my job is to cook when I'm home) and drank too much wine. I'm ready to call it a night at 10:45 (Germany is an hour ahead) and crawl into bed listening to the rain with my trusty Regency trash novel (they never let me down).
On another note: my fourteen year old girl cousin has added me on Instagram. She looks older and prettier than me even though I have a whole eight years on her and actually remember when crop tops and scrunchies were high fashion. I can't even.
This post has taken me an extortionately long time to write because I finally bit the bullet and went to a nail bar to get acrylics so I could get over my nail biting habit. How do women deal with long nails? Getting dressed takes me forever.
Can't wait to share some exciting Germany adventures with you!