I <3 you, DHL.

I had gone so long without purchasing things in crazy amounts. Eventually, the capitalist in my blood had to rear its ugly head. This ended up in me falling in sweet, sweet love with H&M, Dorothy Perkin's and, well, that's it really. H&M, especially.

Not to mention that this week felt more like Christmas than Thanksgiving when the packages my mom mailed finally arrived, after a month-and-a-half of the US Postal Service playing with my heart. The package she mailed with DHL just a few days ago? Arrived today.

Going through boxes of my own belongings that were wearily left on the living room floor are safely sitting around the office and I'm left wondering how the hell I'm going to get them to the flat. The rain isn't making bringing a suitcase to drag across the city a very attractive option.



I would have forgotten it was Thanksgiving if people hadn't kept reminding me all week. It's funny how much people here know about what's going on in the States--and I'm not talking politics or history.