no place like home

I feel so much more at home here than I do in Basel. It's so strange, I've adapted so quickly that it almost seems like I was never attached to my old home in the first place.

I forgot GC doesn't have to go to school anymore. I wanted to text him during the break to ask whether he'd come down to the cafeteria, but then I remembered. Silly me. I'll probably get used to this quickly, too. And then I'll wonder how it happened and when I had stopped thinking of morning kisses.

I do think of them, though. It sounds so petty, good lord. But it's the little things one misses the most. No more hiding little notes in his coat, no more "hurry up, we're late", no more "you'll miss the train". No more afternoon cuddles.

I went to his place yesterday, though, because I had the afternoon off. Time flies when you're enjoying yourself.

I feel so relaxed when I'm with him. I wish I could have stayed, just to sleep soundly for once. I don't sleep well anymore when I'm alone.