like having coffee but no coffee machine

got here safely

awkward arrival with a face at the airport

runaway vale on bart directed to trick or treat

greetings around fish and chips on belgian beer

a walk home, cold indeed

the wind changed very fast

woke up hugging Patata, played with her, she is always so warm

and the sun came out

got some french toasts and live talks with Roma, meeting Chuck Norris the biting cat

home

which will slowly become a real home

for now only a mattress ( the essential is invisible to the eyes) and the new blankets I got yesterday walking all the way down and up

starving

sleepy and cannot sleep

nothing seems to work yet

feels weird to be back

maybe today all my bags will be in the same place again after a long time

could this draw the line of pieces of me coming finally together?

what doesn't come back in the end, was never meant to do so... even if it fucking hurts

a huge brunch in my stomach could definitely change the perception of the world in a positive way