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Geesh am I lucky.

Although it’s not the most important thing, my new love, the Far-Away-Boy, is still the thing that makes me happiest, I guess because it is new, and because it was unexpected. I’m grateful to have found someone who seems like the right person for me. It’s still early days, but I haven’t had a hint of anything that might make it not work. Other than the fact that he lives on the other side of my country, and getting any closer to him means learning another language.  Those are details, right?

But I have so much to be grateful for: my sister, my dad, my step-mom, the rest of my family, my friends.  I love my job.

I love my apartment.  I love cleaning my apartment (really, must be a Scandinavian thing.  There’s a quote I love by Isabella Rosselini, the daughter of Ingrid Bergman.  She was asked what her mother loved the most, and she said, “Cleaning. And after that, her children. I think she was happiest when she was cleaning her children.”)  I like cleaning my apartment because it is mine.  I like to make it shine. I love the view from my apartment.  I can see the mountains.  I spent the morning trying to work on my computer in spite of the strong sunlight.  I almost felt like complaining about it. I mean, poor me, right?

I’m getting through my separation and coming out happier and stronger than before. I am grateful for that, too.

Today, on top of all the other good things, the sun was perfect. No one can see me from my balcony, so I ate breakfast about half naked.  I worked for a bit and then went for a walk for a couple of hours.  I am full of sun, and full of gratitude.

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