Saturday, 14 February 2009
The day after I moved into my new, single-person room, I got on a plane from London to New York with my sister. By the time we were a few hundred thousand feet over Ireland, we were laughing so hard we could barely breathe. We didn't stop laughing all week. When I got back, my single-person room looked like home. I never wanted you back. I hadn't thought it would be so easy.