I’m home now, got here at 8:30 last night. I found a housewarming gift from a good friend, a CD mix containing this song called ¨Happy¨ by The Wrens. I’ve heard about it, knew the lyrics, I just never listened to it before. It’s cool, kind of distorted at the beginning, but then it makes sense and what starts being a sad story becomes a happy one, I guess. It made me think of Patrice this morning when I was unpacking… It’s all back to me now. I’m alone, in an unknown land, starting all over again, it’s overwhelming, I’ve felt like crying all morning, but I won’t cry, there’s no reason to cry… I have this amazing opportunity for a new life.

I’m all settled, have a lovely little apartment at my friend’s mother’s house, I have my friend just in front of my place, this is such a beautiful area, people are nice, I already made friends with the neighbour. I have a job interview on Tuesday and I don’t lack of anything, except for groceries that I will get later today, heh. Yes, I should be happy. I am happy. This was my decision, this is what I wanted, I made it all the way here and things can only get better, like the song.