I'm going to let you in on a little secret (shhhhh): I am not perfect. Berlin isn’t perfect and my life here isn’t perfect. I guess the lesson of the week is that (duh, you probably already know this but since I'm so far from perfect I just figured it out) your problems don't run away when you do. They come with you. They are the things that make me who I am. Sure, I am trying to work on these "problems" and make myself a better person but life often gets in the way. Sometimes I put too much importance on these issues - like if I figure out how to be "happy" then the whole world will be a better place because of it. Ha. So, as I said, I'm not perfect. I'm way too sentimental, I don't like change, I'm lazy, I often don't return emails, my desktop (both of them) is a mess, and just yesterday instead of going to the gym I took a bath. With a beer (although not in beer, which is an improvement). But there's nowhere left to run and I am 100% convinced that I am in the right place at the right time so now life goes on. Happy or not. Dammit. And I'm not even going to try and be perfect.