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A web-annal of an Icelander

Sunday, August 18, 2002
Daydreaming

We've handed the apartment over to the new owners, our things are in storage and we're staying at mum's. No need to get into much detail about that.

I can see the place we want to buy from the kitchen window at my parent's place. It is located beside the only serious park in Reykjavik. We still have to wait for another week before we know for sure if the owners are going to sell it to us. I really want this place. All I can think of is curtains, furniture placements and having a cup of tea out on the balcony. It's fun to think about such things. It diverts my attention away from tension and worries.

You've got to have a dream.
If you don't have a dream
then how're you gonna have a dream come true?


Posted by Olof I. Davidsdottir 23:09
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