So, I went for a walk today, got lost, played with a cute puppy and remembered I could apparate and made it home. While I was wandering I found this beautiful apple tree, and this voice inside of me insisted I pick some. So I did, and brought them home, but for some reason I don't want to eat them. There is a pretty chest in my living room, so I put them in there.
I guess the after life is a kinda like being not dead. When I was living in Paris, away from Mum, Dad and Immy, I was lonely because I didn't know anyone. I guess I should like be glad no one I know is dead, right?
I'm going to go like, watch the sunset, then find something to do.