I spend four hours wearing a long black dress with thick wool socks some mornings. By looking at me you wouldn’t be able to tell what season it is here. I sit with tea and honey on the floor of my bedroom, my back against the bed, and my laptop in my lap. Cover letters, resumes, online applications, online research, commenting on everyone’s photos from Tequila night and responding to text messages about tonight’s adventure. This is my favorite time of day. My ribs are healing, I’m feeling better about a lot of things. I am enjoying the large group of friends I have here, something I haven’t experienced in quite a while. Sometimes when I’m sitting on the floor I can see the suitcase pushed under my bed, with all of it’s luggage tags and my cracked identification card. It reminds me the I have to enjoy everyday here because it’s not going to last forever.