Happy hour with good company.
Danced around with strangers into wee hours of the morning.
Baked some cake and then ate it too.
Found comfort in a hearty hug; discovered my love for Nabokov.
Started work; received my first paycheck for the new year.
Search for housing in the city- could use some direction; help?
Still looking for a hand to hold and a smile to love. Other than that, I am strangely content. I miss you though, more often than you'd think; sometimes I wish you would ask me again.
