Living in a box

Back in my flat in Jönköping again. Was it always this small? Thank god for the roof-terrace, otherwise I would have felt so locked in. I haven't lived alone for over 1 year, I have to adjust. Much more fun living with someone!

I realized I was back immediately when I met some engineers in their student outfits (overalls) looking lost. Freshers. Dragging my way too heavy bags home, I heard the noice from all the preparties going on in the city. Wasn't jealous actually, not in the party mood after the horrible trainride when the entire train died, blackout. Got some drunken, happy and noicy calls from the party at the student union, trying to convince me to come out. Let me think, hm.. no. Same person walked with me to IKEA today, asking "Why didn't you call me last night?"... " 'Cause you called me..?"Haha, always the same.
Passing by campus, I hear a familiar voice calling "Gabby, you freak". An old friend I haven't seen since we left. That's what I love and hate about this city, you meet people you know everywhere!
Now I'm trying to study for the exam tomorrow and on Saturday, altho I'm way to tempted to join all the parties instead. I mean Finance (Edi) went great with a night out before. This is law, I got the book, can't be that hard, right?