and I am acutely aware of the fact that it has been a good day. It has been a good week. It has been a good few weeks, it has been a good few months. I am happy – I am so happy here. I stay awake. I run, I breathe, I cry. I Skype my parents and I miss them, I call my brother and he makes me laugh. I sit curled up on the couch with one of my oldest friends, I study in front of the fireplace studying until I fall asleep, I drink wine while laughing with my cousins. There are dark circles under my eyes from the familiarity of the sleepless nights I have resigned myself to. There is an ache in my chest from missing him, from missing him too, from missing her. I miss so much, but I am happy here. I am so happy here.