Day after tomorrow

But now is still day before yesterday. I just arrived to this home from Southampton. The journey was smooth... at least for me.
So through everything, like the pretty little pink Wizzair plane,

 and the "cute" Transylvania Airport at Vásárhely,

and the retro

 and regularily dirty communist train,

I'm laying in my bed. Preparing a shoe- and phone buy for tomorrow. And hopefully - in the company of the last mentioned things - I'll be recieving the citizenship the day after.

So far that's all.

Sleep tighty tight.

Puszik!