A month

I don't know why I am not committing to this. My own little space to write anything.

And everything.

It's after Christmas day. Or boxing day. Or a month since I started my job. One month in the adult world. Meetings, trainings, morning trains, late hours. I can get used to that. My mind thinks business already, sometimes I forget I'm not even past my probation period. I'm the new girl; yet I can't help but organise and optimise everything around me. Yeap, that's right. Why hide the control freak that I am at my new job?

All in all things are going pretty fine.
I just feel lonely.

So lonely.

[that's Maja; my style icon]