Never would I have ever thought that moving to a new city could unsettle me and my good friend Asim so much. I can't stop feeling like a visitor -don't get me wrong, it's beautiful here, I keep finding new lovely places and meeting new friendly people, but at the end of the day I still feel the need to return home again. I'm surprised how much I miss the place we left behind, and how much I was attached to the old apartment...and to the space it offered us, you don't realize what a luxury space can be till you loose it. But more so i am surprised how moody this whole situation made me act over the last weeks, I am really not proud of the amount of self-pity that I have let take over me. Asim is pretty confused as well right now, he became scared of the dark, something he never used to have a problem with before. And he developed the bad habit to bark at strangers, which got me in a lot of stupid arguments about not having him on a leash...oh, I hate to put Asim on a leash for too long, he needs to run and play. But still, very slowly,with every walk we take that will get better, and with every morning we wake up in our new apartment, it will start to feel more like something we can call home...oh, by the way I'll show you this new apartment very soon!
