the good life?

right know i`m enjoying and struggeling
getting settled in my new living commune
enjoying sunny mornings with massive latte macchiatos on the sunterace
and small english lectures
hoping not to get involved in biketraffic accidents as i have to learn some rules here
("never forget to put up the right hand as you are stopping" i say to myself everytime again i hear the squeaking tires of bikes behind me and get some bad looks)
new people and new people and new people
getting used to live with each other

i´m an immigrant; you are not from here? and welcome
my head being dizzy
dreaming of friends, waking up and realising how much i actually miss them
putting myself to work and being "active" as compensation of everything i´m always and always again leaving behind and the fear of loosing hold with loosing structures and ideas i used to worship (thanks tom for this one post)
not knowing what all of this is going to be about