After one year it feels like nothing has changed a bit.
One year ago I would have thought that by this time I would be confident enough to say I love living here and that life could not get better than this.
I either had a very positive mind or a great imagination
In my opinion, think I might choose option number two
Even though I feel like a big part of me being here sucks
I do not want to give up on the illusion of what I like to call a
"better life"
I really hope this last part does not become another trick of what's left in that part of my brain that is tagged with a bright yellow tape
that reads : "Inner desires"
