It’s been a while, five months to be correct, and I’ve missed writing. It’s just that the words have been stuck in my head and unable to get out. I’ve been writing a bit in my native language, a rather boring and personal blog. Similar to this one, in fact.

Life has changes allot during those five months, I’ve moved into a really cool apartment with a girl I know, gotten one more cat and fallen in love with a city I had hardly been to before I moved here. It’s allot more sunny and people are allot nicer than where I used to live. Life is better here, maybe because this isn’t so full of memories. Everyone said there’s no such thing as a new beginning, that I’m only running from myself and that won’t work; luckily they’ve all been wrong. I’ve found friends here, realized I won’t die if I put something that doesn’t taste good in my mouth and I sleep better here. I don’t know what the reason is, because I truly loved the city I lived before too.

I’ve even managed to finish a few things on my 101-list; I’ve bought a new camera, stopped playing with my hair, written a love letter (though I never sent it), bought a teddy-bear (it’s an elephant in fact, but it counts, right?), managed to be debt free and I’ve cut my hair short. Not boy-short, but short. I like it that way.

Life nowadays is good. Of course there are things I’d like to change, but I’m happy just as I am now, and I like being happy. I don’t think I’ve ever been truly happy before, but there’s a first time for everything. I’m really busy with my studies, and I need to find a job, I just had surgery and I miss my sister allot. But; no matter what I do in life, I hold on to one statement: “I’m going to be alright”..