After eighteen hours of travel I thought I knew where I was going to end up. I didn't. It is even more perfect than I thought it would be, and I have only seen it from the taxi window. Everything looks completely put together, life flows calmly, and people are friendly. The only things that would bring it down right now is that the airport lost one of my bags, but even that turned into a good thing. I only had to lug around two bags instead of three. Then the other thing that may cause a few problems.. the public transportation is on strike. I may need a bike even sooner.
I came to my building and it is in a perfect park, surrounded by other student buildings, it feels like a small student town. Maybe I feel like everything is so good here, because they have an actual fall. The air is crisp and the trees are slowly changing. I'm guessing sudden snow fall isn't a problem over here.
