I got sick on my last night in Paris and came home sick yesterday. I walked into my apartment and promptly went to sleep. So, I didn't go to the grocery store. Or get my hair cut. Or do my laundry.
But, my boyfriend brought me my groceries. From Astoria. This might not seem like a big deal but Astoria is about an hour and a half away from where I live. He brought the groceries, made sure I had everything I needed, and then went home. An hour and a half back.
I'm blogging 'cause it seems like everyone else is doing it.
1 comment:
That's really sweet! :)
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