What a lovely birthday message from my flatmate. This past week has been craaaaazy busy [when isn't it?] what with my brother's barmitzvah [cue dancing with 50 year olds at 4am in a whiskey haze] and then my own 22nd birthday party [cue cooking from 9am til 8pm, passing out at 11pm. Age is catching up with me] so it feels amazing to be chilling out at the weekend. Relatively speaking.
Amongst all this busy-ness has been little old [or should I say new?] brunette me. I keep catching glimpses of myself in mirrors and double-taking, but I am fully embracing this new, older-looking me. For the next two months at least.