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  • I hate being jealous. I hate feeling jealousy when hearing about other peoples achievements.
    I'll read about my friends getting jobs, or travelling. I look at their pictures, and I dream...
    What if? What if I was there too? Why didn't they ask me to come?

    I have travelled, I have seen. I have experienced...

    I had a look through some of my photos today, and I found a folder from last summer. Together with some mates of mine we drove up the valleys and rented a cottage for the night.
    We talked, laughed, ate, and drank. It went on well into the night. It was one of the best nights I've had in a long long time.

    I can't go to the Mediterranean, or south east Asia. At the moment I can barely afford to take the tube to work. Even the thought of a holiday abroad makes me sad knowing I will not afford it for a very long time. So I guess my jealousy is not only about jobs, but in fact it's about money too.

    This picture was a random picture I took close to the end of the night out in the Norwegian valleys. By this time, we were all in a pretty good mood, and my skills in photography lacked some, how do you say, focus. I don't know what I was suppose to take a photo in the first place.
    I'm just really glad I managed to drag my camera around.

    We all chipped in, and now I have memories for life.

    It's important for me that even though I might not have that much money to spend, when I do spend it, I spend it wisely.
    Like on a weekend drinking with friends in a cottage in the Valleys.
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