Maybe it’s the dark Italian coffee my flatmate has just brought me, or maybe it’s the remnants of last night’s snow outside my window, dusting the streets and trees and cars under clear blue skies. Maybe it’s the red wine hangover ebbing away, or maybe it’s the afterglow of an evening spent in the best company.
Maybe it’s the hilarity of a morning spent down at the Wedding Bürgeramt, amid screaming kids and the pot-bellied doorman barking orders in furious German. Maybe it’s knowing all the silliness and the bureaucracy is coming to an end, finally, finally. Maybe it’s the fact that my to-do list that once seemed so impossible is almost finished, and Berlin is almost, truly, my home. Maybe it’s the new books piled on my desk, and maybe it’s that reading Jack Kerouac feels like coming home. Maybe it’s the realisation that home is a feeling, not a place, and a kind word or warm smile can take you there in a heartbeat, no matter where you are in the world.
Maybe it’s the thought of the months ahead, and thoughts of summer; and the last months of winter will be biting cold but it’s okay, that’s what scarves and friends are for. Maybe it’s that big ol’ happy unknown rushing in, just the way I like it. Maybe it’s that I’ve been dreaming of a year filled with who-knows-what, with only one guarantee: this is going to be the best year of my life. Maybe it’s that I’m so young and everything comes easy; I’ve listened every time my parents told me to cherish these years and I am doing, I’m enjoying every second I’ve got.
Maybe it’s the fact that I have a little money – not a lot, not by a long stretch, but enough for food and friends, and really, what more could anyone ask for? Maybe it’s the wonderful group of people I’ve met here, or maybe it’s the girl I love, who gives me more to smile about with each passing day. Maybe it’s everything. I don’t know what it is, but I feel very, very happy.
That’s all I’ve got today. Cheers!