A few days ago, Elisa joined me in the Dutch adventure. It's the first time we live together: ironic, we had to move so far away from home...
There are many reasons to like her: she knows everything so there's always something to talk about, I like the fact that she, despite being Catholic, can be critical towards the Pope and Church's excessively old ideas about ethics...
We are very similar. That's the main reason why we are together. Sometimes I think that maybe we are too similar, we do not complement each other. And she already plans to come back to her home town (actually, she plans everything about her future), while I do not like to plan forward and tend to take things as they happen. So, if I don't get fed up about Amsterdam (and Amsterdam does not get fed up about me, which is more likely), why come back?
But the thing I am most afraid is myself. Living together can give infinite satisfaction, but it also requires some sacrifices: keeping the house tidier, giving half of the bed space to someone else (three quarters, actually, judging from the first days)... Will I be able to overcome my selfishness and put up with those, and get the rewards?
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