eachdaycountshere

I've wrote a bit of poem in my class last week. This is the line I came up with;
Here I am, standing on another threshold again.

Love to meet you again by the way, old blog. You carry so many beautiful and important memories of mine from Israel.

But know I've past the threshold to get into Brighton. And live in a appartment in the centre of the city, in the part that is called Hove. I can almost see the sea from here. And I am sitting beside our big window and can see our Lansdowne street. There are a lot of white houses, just like our. In my corner of this room I have a lot of pictures of my family and friends. My little home.

I was so lucky my third day in Brighton when I sat on the bus and started to talk to two very truly friendly and special persons Kalle and Sara. The day after we decided to move in, in the same appartment. Above all I have been very very lucky. I stayed with a lovely old lady, Caroline, where I got a Bed and Breakfest accomandation. I still have one of her books here, in my bookshell. Oscar Wilde was a smart guy.

To love oneself is the beginning of a lifelong romance.

Yes, I know. I havn't change so much since last time. I'm still a philosopher.