Moving

This will be the second time I move since I left my parent's house (el cuartel general) almost two years ago. I felt it was high time... apart from the fact that my landlady is an asshole and a real bitch and that a couple of neighbors were getting the shit out of me every freaking week, and that for months I had to bear their parties from 2 am to 10 am, on weekdays!... I felt it was high time.

The building was nasty, the neighborhood too, but I was lucky enough to make friends with three very nice people with whom I shared brownies on holidays, jardinoterapia every night and sunbathing and dove-feeding on the roof on sundays.

Plus, I REALLY LOVED MY APARTMENT!! I really managed to create a home of one's own, a very me-ness place to live! Full of sunlight, warm, cozy, with all my plants and books to cheer me up on lonely afternoons.

Now, it is time to move on. To move on for the next thing... A new chance to start up and enjoy!