floating around like an oversized tinkerbell

With both her not particularly exciting mainland therapy session and the seriously more exciting flight class over, Karolina had come back to the room, and gotten to decorating her side of it. Nothing extravagant, and not a lot of stuff. But, she'd seen something nice on sale on the mainland this morning, and decided she could spend just a little bit of money on it. This was where she lived right now, so, she should make it look like her, right?

Right. So, she put the poster with the flowers on the wall next to her bed, all prominently displayed. The postcard of James Dean, which had been even more of an impulse buy, went on the wall as well, one corner tucked under the poster. She thought it looked nice like that, kind of pretending to be hidden but not really hidden at all.

But even as Karolina admired handiwork and decided everything looked immediately better, she was thinking about when she'd go back to LA next, and whether she should try contacting her friends once she did. It had been a long time since she'd seen them, and well...

They were kind of all the family she had left.

[ooc: La la la, putting up afternoon posts when most of you are not even close to waking up. Open all the same!]