Recalling summer I don't want to think about those major events that happened. I traveled, worked (a little bit), visited my hometown and experienced summer days in Scotland. What matters, however, are not those giant changes, but moments. Incredible moments we usually forget. Moments with family and friends, fun and crazy ones. This is what matters.
Moment * Food afternoons with Conor when we order an ice cream for each other and are sure it's the perfect choice.
Moment * Crazy flatmate is back and we cook noodles.
Moment * When Scotland becomes your home and your life, but still looks funny.
Moment * When taking the wrong train becomes a wee habit.
Moment * When we talk. When we talk and it's the best thing in the world.
This is what matters.