And my art tools! The last time I painted was a few weeks ago. I don't think I'll be able to paint any time soon, but not seeing my messy art corner makes me miss it all the more.
And my family. I don't have them here. If only I could pack them in my suitcase—which I also don't have—and put them all here, that would be nice.
I shake my head to get rid of the negative thoughts. I already chose this, knowing what I had to leave behind. I need to suck it up.
I step into the shower and take a long one just standing under the warm water. After washing my undergarments and hanging them up, I dry myself and put on the clothes Mariano lent me. It's a bit embarrassing that I'm wearing his pants without panties on but I don't really have much choice.
I chug the rest of the water from the bottle and then went back to bed, feeling better after the shower. Not happy, but better.
