Dear Diary

I do not know how to write serious scientific articles, I do not have a journalist education, so with local top bloggers, I have different weight classes. But I'll still write about my life, this blog has long ago acquired a format such as "personal diary." Maybe someone likes reading this, I do not know
What else can I say...
As I was surprised today, when I saw in the store REAL MELON. In early spring! Surprised seller, who chose it with my request choose the biggest melon. He commented: - "You probably have a big family," and my answer is "thanks, but I will eat it alone."
This statement usually surprises people. They are surprised that someone in such a small city can advertise their loneliness without being embarrassed. Here, where all the people are terribly religious, The very idea that a young girl can live alone without any control, is akin to blasphemy and a curse. It amuses me. I never buy anything for future use. Just for yourself, for exactly one person. I do not even need a refrigerator.
Although the summer is already close, the weather is terrible. So far, I have only summer in bright envelopes, postcards and beautiful summer photos of my subscribers and followers, who living in Sumatra.
I walk around the room barefoot, make a new tea with dried fruit, I try to write something on scraps of paper.
And I'm glad that I got a driving license and at the same time I did not kill anyone myself for the first time at the wheel.
And I dream.
I dream about the cornice in the room, although without the curtains the moon is visible. I dream about the soft carpet, so that you can sit on the floor, about the plaid skirt, silver brooch, hair clip that can hold my hair, red and green strands in the hair, a new book Rand and Steven Fry.
Now I drink wine, I burn candles and I feel good.
Soon, soon, there will be summer.
Although no ... soon, soon everything will be different.