Like a bird

I feel free. It's nine in the morning and I'm up, but my jet lag could have had me wake up at midnight if I didn't stay awake for 26 hours yesterday. (After sleeping four hours the night before.)

I feel good. It's Saturday and the sun is shining. It's extremely warm. 25 degrees Celsius. But it feels okay. The air pressure isn't like in Sweden, but maybe that's just because it's still early. 

There's a pool outside of the front door. My boyfriend is wonderful. I could get used to this place even if my haircut is pretty extreme here. In Stockholm I felt ordinary. 

Opi nailpolishes are cheap and there's lots of sweets in the supermarket and everyone seems friendly and I'm really excited.