I feel like my oldself again. I have all the love of life and the energy that I had slowly lost over the last three years. Our old apartment building was an evil thing that sucked all the good out of my life. It made me bitter and untrusting. I hated that.
It makes me wonder why some people choose to see the bad when they can see the good. Why do they make themselves and everyone around them miserable when they could just as well make themselves and everyone around them happy?
Besides…Look at the view we have all around my village.
It is like a scene out of a storybook.