The Movement

Okay, it is exactly one week and some hours since I moved to Nagoya, left Fukuchiyama behind, to begin a new life towards which I was looking with eyes wide open with excitement of novelty and, more than anything, a pleading heart full of shining hope.
And so, after a long fun drive at 140km/h down a motorway where speed limit, despite the perfect state of the local highways, does stubbornly remain 80km/h (doh!), with Hide we stopped at Kimburu, a super cheap recycle store where one can find anything and everything and nothing at the same time and then, wheee, we were finally off towards the heart of Nagoya which we found after a couple of failed attempts.
At similar rate we also managed to find my new house and deloaded, ascended, deloaded, descended, up and down, somewhat like happy walking christmas trees, we concluded the grand move.
The sun was shining from the morning until the evening, the skies were smiling and so was my heart, in spite of sad facts that followed us, an unwanted tail, instead of `just married`, it said `just broken up`, floating in the wind as the white car went forwards to a new existence of two lives.
Anyway, the days that followed I do not remember where they begun nor where they ended, all I remember is the neverending hunger for buying a stove does not apparantely solve everything as I might have hoped, you do need a gas hose!!!! The sleepless nights when warm and wonderful Gelato was keeping me company, the sleepless night of confusion when Hide came to pick me up and held my hand and lay in my lap, the hunger, the wheeee-wind-in-her-hair-`Where-can-I-buy-....?` left me with a cold sore, feverish eyes and a look of the hunted in my face, though in the end it was an underscribable happiness, a feeling of content, warmth, of having a home!! that took over my thoughts, my heart, my soul.
And thus I have a house with a green curtain with yellow tulips, a blue kitchen with orange flowers, frog hooks and a strawberry shower curtain, short hair and a new job.