My Life Is Not Average

By melamny

Pia-pia-pianooo

I decided to learn a new Ludovico Einaudi piece today. I recognise the start of it from adverts or possibly other things; certainly when I've heard it before I was sure it was one of his pieces, he has a distinctive style.

It's nice to have my flatmate David back at the flat, although he's moving out in a week. Another era coming to an end. I won't be in the flat for much longer myself, which is an incredibly weird thought. This is where I have made my home, and I love it, in spite of all its flaws.

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