This past Friday I was having a conversation, via What’s App, with a friend and he was asking me what was I doing for the day. I answered what has been my routine for the past two (?) weeks: work, work, work and go to the gym. He startled me and said you have to do something crazy! While it’s true that my life has been stuck in a sort of a routine – except when we have people over – I realized that it’s this rout that keeps me sane now and then. I’ll clarify. I’m living abroad, completely out of my comfort zone, away from my home, family and most of my friends and I’m trying to establish myself, together with M, in an estranged city, where I barely know anyone, trying to find a job and having to deal with that every-single-day. In order not to freak out, I feel like I have to have some comfort in the things I do and can control. It’s not the ideal situation but we are getting there! I know it takes time, patience, perseverance, a lot of tears, a lot of I miss you and some contentment in believing you are doing the right thing. My friend ended up telling me that I took it the wrong way but it made me realize how I’m focused in doing something here so I can bring myself to be crazy once I get there.