I'm sitting on my desk as every day of the last four years, but today knowing that Victor is in New York without a return ticket makes everything look different. For the first time in a very long time I feel that I'm not taking all the decisions by myself; that we can start building our own story, here. As always, I'm afraid to bring my hopes to high, as things are still (and will remain for a couple of months) uncertain. Nevertheless, the idea of getting out of the office, going to the supermarket together, and buying everything we need for the week makes me very happy. It is the smallest pieces of my daily life that I enjoy the most sharing.