It’s baking carrot cake and biscotti late into the night with flatmates, singing loudly and into invisible microphones to
It’s being all alone in the apartment and deciding to take a hot bath, all the while singing as loudly and as long as I want without having to wonder if I am bothering anybody.
It’s going out for gelato two nights in a row.
It’s having a picnic on the balcony, complete with wine and cheese.
It’s an e-mail from a loved one back home waiting in your inbox.
It’s looking at pictures with flatmates and realizing all that we have done together.
It’s staying up too late talking about life. About who we are, and how we became that way.
It’s drawing pictures into the condensation on the windows of your apartment, then sitting there with a hot cup of coffee, listening to Simon and Garfunkel, and looking at the moon.
It’s all those unexpected moments when, simply put, you’re happy to be alive.
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