The Spot

Did you ever notice how the very best days come without warning? You don't expect to wake up and have, say, one of those times of your life. If you did, it would spoil the surprise.
Today I awoke in the perfect dark of Jason's room completely refreshed, and just a little charged. Which is saying a lot, considering that Arren and I went to bed at 4:30. But I just couldn't wait to start my day. I had a wonderful time playing soccer last night, by the way. I've decided that what I like best is the feeling of teamwork rather than, say, the competition, or any affirmation of skill. Which probably says something about me, n'est ce pas?
I don't know how to explain why I was so happy. It just sneaks up on you. As I've said a thousand times, I just can't believe I'm really here, doing what I'm doing. I also can't believe how much I missed it, or how good it was to start where I left off.
A few of my favorite things:
1. Singing. I just love to sing
2. Soccer. Man on!
3. Crepes. They taste like happy.
4. Dancing. Too much energy to stay still
5. People-watching. Formula 1 brings out the freaks
6. Frozen yogurt. When St. Laurent is thronged with people, it's the best cool-down
7. Working out the world's problems. I learn from my friends everyday.
Well, work starts tomorrow, bright and early. So I'm going to bed, because I am ex-hausted. For those of you who are keeping track, although I do have next weekend off, I will be training for work up north :( We'll schedule a beach party when I finally get a more complete schedule.
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