After almost a month, a short report...
I expected to be less busy and forced to dig for things to do. The reality after this first month doesn't match at all my expectations. I don't know where time flew and what I do with it but I seem to have entered a livelier dimension with things popping up all the time. The trips, the meetings with friends, the small projects around the house...I am busy and enjoying every single day just the way it comes.
The more I think of it, the more I realize that this period is a blessing. I did not plan it, I even feared it at some point while still in Brazil, and now...I can't have enough of it. How often in one's life does it happen to have this healthy breath of fresh air? I expect to be old, partially deaf, and with white hair next time the freedom tram stops in my station, and that is many years from now...
Almost a third away from the 100 posts mark, I check my pulse and it's good, very good.
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