Starving After Stomach Flu

again!!

I recognize it, this feeling.

It 'just like what you've just moved house, still feel the smell of fresh paint on the walls painted, but still not feel completely home.

You have not yet figured out where the switch to turn on the light in the hallway, and do not know if it will be hot or cold at night.

you've just moved there, and there are pictures on the wall, maybe the curtains. But I think that here in the morning, there's a pretty light and we know you will be fine.

But it's nice, after all. It gives you that kind of brividino, the only charge that the new adventures that begin to know.

is how this new blog. I still have to learn a bit 'of things, maybe change others, but I like it!

The old man was rescued, safe and in full, including comments. I put it in the cellar, and I know if I need to find him there, as in the tin box with snapshots of those moments, of that there, with the bank of gravel that the first flood goes down. That was me, maybe I still am, but in a different way.

in there I know that blog is a path, the path of one year, the story of how I managed to go forward, even if I only want to stay there in my stupor.

But life is a bit 'stronger than you say no thanks. Right?

So, adelante!

closed a chapter, we begin a new one.

I put a lot of photos collecting dust on both remorse and regret that because grudges.

And of course, I space.

Here I ventured a bit 'more than color, I painted the walls of my usual pink Barbie, and are ready to go from here, from what I am today.

I'm glad we're also all of you here with me, that alone would not be the same mica!

We have almost the reconstituted community. I hope that in the coming days, We will also follow those who are still undecided.

After all, who needs Mr. Free?

Ad majora.