So, we’ce finally moved into the apartment. It’s small but I’m alive.

Just yesterday when we were getting the last of the thinbgs from the house to apartment, I forgot the Dreamcatcher I bought from Santorini, Greece. Only realized after a couple hours and by then my dad said it was too late to get it back because he was returning the keys to the company.

I was in tears in the back, that dream catcher was one of the most special things I got from Greece - I couldn;t bare to lose it. But I didn;t let my parents see me crying. In general, I don’t like to be seen crying or in a weak state. It’s just not me.

So I took a cab back to the house, solo, broke in through a window and got it.

JOKES.

After having my lunch, when my dad went to the office to return the keys he surprised me by saying we could keep the keys for another day. We drove back to the house and got the dream catcher.

I was ecstatic! But it just showed me how attached I was to Greece and the memoirs of it, love affairs included. I still miss him.

BUT, I’VE UPLOADED THE FIRST BATCH OF PHOTOS FROM GREECE. GO SEE