Today I got up and it wasn't very hard. I ate two slices of homemade bread with butter and I went to school in my lovely fluffy coat. I was cold there, and things had changed but I ate pumpkin soup and I was happy. Kicking leaves and holding hands between classes. Health class was good, questioning values and beliefs and grinning at thoughts of what is mine. Hometime was a pick-up and a top-up in the rain, and home was a warm bed and kisses, chicken pies and more homemade bread. I watched Nowhere Boy, disappointed by the lack of rock n' roll lifestyle but brought to tears by the sad ending.
I have adjusted to this new city I live in. I'm getting my learner's license soon.