A day and a half

OMG!

I have almost one and a half day left to spend in Sweden. Omg will I really be able to leave home? Well yeah... But Omg it feels so weird having a one way ticket. That one way ticket gives me the chills telling me that this is it that I'm going there to stay to create my own new life and walk my own way, so nervous...

Beautiful blogger award

My dear friend umZahraa chose to give me the beautiful blogger award which gives moi the mission of writing 7 things about myself and pick out bloggers to give the award to. Here they come, don't be too chocked :P

1- I'm born in Sweden, Sundsvall
2- I love Lebanese dramas even though they suck and embarass Lebanese pride
3- I wished for a Pippi Long Stocking bag when I was 4 years old and got over it 16 years later when I got it. ( my mom bought it as one of my graduation gifts)
4- I still watch Disney cartoon movies ( lion king and Pocahontas are my favorites)
5- I get annoyed by people who can't admit their faults
6- I say it's okay most of the time but most of the time it's not
7- I become really mean (unconsciously) if someone hurts me or someone close to me.

1umZahraa  (Don't care if I'm not suppose to pick you :P)
2Twillighter
3N
4Java beans
5Princess
6 Jandi BahT

Is it reaLLy happening?

Really Moving ouT?

I layed down on my bed tired from all the packing and dizzy from all the dust, falling asleep thinking about how unreal everything seems.

I finally graduated and will be on my way to Lebanon soon with most of my belongings and some extra stuff from IKEA for my new place. But somehow I feel that me moving out is everything but reality. Worried about finding an apartment ,worried about failing and coming back, worried about something or more likely someone getting in my way, feeling guilty for leaving my mom who says stuff like: "my heart leaves with everyone who leaves this house hold".

I don't think I'll really get it before I enter the apartment (that I haven't found yet) with all of my luggage, It's so weird packing all of your things from home that you have to take with you or leave in the basement to erase your trace from your parents home.

My sister has already cleared my desk leaving only framed pictures of me as if I was dead or something. My sister was even taking about redecorating our room and getting rid of my bed even my bed I always have to remind her that this room will alway be mine too and that I need to sleep somewhere when I come to visit home hoping for her to not get rid of my bed.

I have this whole summer to live comfortable and safe as always with my parents so I'll enjoy it :)