At the start of the PhD, the concept of receiving a balloon upon submission seems ridiculous. We laugh at the silliest. But when writing, it becomes so important and you can't stop thinking about it. Oh god, what if they don't have the colour I want?
As it turns out, they didn't have the colour I wanted. They did have orange but when blown up, it turned out to be a golden orange. I wanted orange orange :(
The woman put such effort into blowing up the balloon, I didn't have the heart to tell her that I changed my mind and wanted purple...
So of course I had to take photos of my balloon. And take it with me everywhere. And almost forget it at the Indian restaurant. And drip gelati on it.
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| At our regular cafe |
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| At my messy, dusty desk |
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| At my bench space |
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