First days in Lisbon.

So... I arrived at Lisbon over 48 hours ago and since that I've been spending most of my time in the so-called my room. I've been reading and listening to music and, specially, spending time looking out of my window, trying to identify myself in what I see, trying to adapt myself.

[My dearest]

'Til this moment, I kinda like what I'm seeing. I can see half a dozen trees around the building and a few more between the hundreds(?) of houses and buildings that I can see from here (Olivais is the most green area of Lisbon, right?).

[I've missed you very very much since that last night we were together
and will hold that night specially in my memories for years to come.]

From here I can also see Portela's airport which became undoubtely my favourit part of the view. It's far less dull to be sitting at the window and watch planes landing and taking off and landing again.

[I've been turning it over and over in my mind lately
I've read your letter through at least four times,
and will probably read it more times before I'm through]

I ask myself time after time if I belong here and if it's going to be hard to get adapted. Although, on the other hand, it seems to me that I've always lived here looking out from this window, watching planes and feeling the wind on my face.

[I've been sitting here,
looking at your picture,
getting more homesick every minute.
I've wanted that picture more than anything else I know of,
except, of course,
you yourself]

From time to time I stare at my cellphone, waiting to see a message, a call, waiting for Rita or Rute's callings to know about me. God, I miss them, I wish they're here looking out the window with me.

[I keep thinking of you darling...
I keep wishing I could be home with you.
I want to leave in the worst possible way so I can come home to see you,
but things don't look so good on that subject]

I keep the radio on for 75% of the time (radio stations are better here) and today they've played 'Fácil de Entender' by The Gift at least five times, so I grab my cellphone a few more times, not waiting for messages or calls, but to inform Luis how much I miss him.

[This war has spoiled a lot of things for everyone, I guess]

Meanwhile, thank you Lord for giving me this amazing view, this room and this house, for my parents' jobs, for my friends and for Luis. I'm standing 230km away from my sweeties, 1h45 by car, 2h20 by bus, 3h by train. I mean, missing decreases a lot when I tell myself that I can get there quickly and that it wouldn't be the first time if I decided to go there and come back in the same day.

[I've never been so lonesome in my life as I am right now.
I'm completely lost without you, darling]

I am fantastic here, you know? Like Rita said when I called her crying because I just knew that I was moving to Lisbon: 'But that's what you have always wanted!'. And it really is and deep inside it tastes great. And my sweeties will always have a place to stay here in this house, if they want to. I'm not so sure about Luis, only if he agrees to bring the dog. :D

[I've never realized I could miss any one person so much.
I just hope it won't be too much longer until I'm able to be with you again
And live a sane and normal life.]

In pink a poem from the end of the song Violence by Blink 182. Added for my only one.