On a different note, I miss my own house. I miss the thick, soft satinlike, deep green carpets, the cosiness, cleanliness, tidiness. It being my own.

Also, I miss playing in small ensembles. I miss being motivated to play violin.

I miss being loved and wanted. Or I miss feeling loved and wanted. I miss smiles and giggles.

I have a first violinlesson this Monday. And perhaps, just perhaps, I'll rejoin the choir the Wednesday after. But for the rest, I don't know.