August 9th

I think it happened about 10 months ago on a big mountain in Yosemite. I decided I'd like to spend some time in the States. Why go to Storrs then, you might wonder. Well that happened to be where the person lived/worked whom I most wanted to work with. I spent a month in a pink beautiful cloud when he said he'd like to have me.
Sometimes it's good to remember that. Yesterday I had yet another good-bye dinner with friends. I am not good at them, I could cry every time I leave. What will I do without them? I don't see them that often anymore (which I feel bad about) but they are there, and that's often enough. I biked home yesterday feeling very happy to have such a nice set of friends, and realizing all the things I will miss in my life here. ONe reason I wanted to go away for a while was because I found my life here monotomous, wanted a change before things got really serious (like buying a house with boyfriend). Now I see that what I thought of as monotomous was perhaps just pleasant daily life. Don't get me wrong, I have no regrets whatsoever about leaving this country for a while, but it has also made me appreciate my life here more.
Feels weird writing my first log. How do you write it? What is the aim? Making it interesting for others to read, or being able to voice what I am thining and experiencing? Or can I do both in one? I don't think so... We'll see.