I Can Finally Breathe.

There's so much I want to do I can't sleep. I'm excited for life, although I currently have the lowest funds since I started college, somehow it's liberating. In the process of deep cleaning my room that I share with my 17 year old bro, I've discovered I've lost the souvenir I brought back from France. In another time I would have been upset, but now it seems trivial. The memories from France and Rome are the best souvenirs I could have brought back.

I have to sleep soon, I have a date with the wind tomorrow :) 6am sharp.

p.s. Listening to public radio and Jaques Brel (especially L'Ostendaise) when you are cleaning is actually quite relaxing. Try it!