new neighbors, old lovers

You know when the bad is so bad it becomes good? or the silly is so silly that it becomes funny? My problems just become more problems and now I seem to not worry anymore, simply enjoy finding pieces to solve the big puzzles. I guess that's what they mean when they say you gotta keep positive about life. Since monday I've been living with friends in a new flat. It takes a while to get used to it, but they do make me feel home so I couldn't be happier. It's like a family away from home. I have no idea what I would do without them. And friends in general. Ive been finding all those people I feel close to, specially caring and supportive. That makes all the difference.




Last memory of my old flat was staying up and not being able to sleep as the neighbors upstairs were having some wild loving that kept probably not only me, but the whole building awake. I started listening to it and trying to figure it out... if it was just hot sex or the guy beating the girl up (oh these days you never know). but it was definetely the first. Then as it got more and more intense, I found it funny, how i could just tell where they where from the "bangs" and "oh-oh-ohs". Finally, I found it sad that I wasn't doing the same on such a nice and warm saturday night.

Which brings me to memories. I love those memories. and I just decided to replace the last memory living there, for the first memory of having "him" there. so much better. so much more intense. neighbors would get jealous ;)