Theres a cat that lives in the house. His name is Mooshie. He is friendly, but likes you wake you up really early in the morning meowing in your face in order to get you to snuggle with him. He's currently keeping me company in the living room. I really love living here. Wandering, and going to dance classes, and working and going to an Afro-Jazz concert and hanging with the housemates having family dinners and bbqs and sitting in parks and people watching. It's all lovely and distracting and I am loving it.
Yesterday I met up with Sarah for lunch at Wagamamas, and then wandered around down by the Warf, and the oldest pub in america, and then into the little Italy section where Italians were having coffee outside and speaking italian and I ate famous cannoli and enjoyed the sun. And then we had a potluck dinner with all of one of my roomates friends because it was his birthday and it was delicious.
Mooshie just fell asleep sitting up. Maybe its bedtime.
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