Of the person I'm becoming.

Holy smokes, the last one and a half months have been a ride. I've met tonnes of new people, realized that I'm actually not as much of a fuck-up as I used to think (not the least bit thanks to the people I've met), allowed myself to do things I enjoy (including starting origami and learning Icelandic) and persevered through quite a few obstacles I would otherwise back up on.

I've asked out two girls and felt more at ease about telling others about how good-looking they are.

I got back to writing - a step at a time, but already there've been a few stories out (sorry, folks, but they're in Russian at the time, and I'm having a hard time translating them).

In general, I've been feeling less restrained about stuff, more willing to do what I see worth doing. Like Markiplier said here, paraphrased: "What the hell am I waiting for?" - why would I want to wait before doing things I care about, to postpone them without necessity? It just clicked with me one day that - hey, I'm actually worth doing good things for! I'm actually a person who's worthy of receiving good things, wherever they come from! Even those little things, like asking the cashier where can I put the travelling bag if it doesn't fit the holding boxes ("Just put it here, near me! I'll keep an eye on it"). It's amazing how much you can get by simply asking.

I don't think it would be fair for me to sign all this progress on my own effort. A lot had to do with me living alone for the time, having space to think and to feel accepted at whatever I do, as well as having been being pressed to do things for my own good. Being forced into an environment where only my actions influence how I proceed - instead of being constantly protected in a helicopter manner - has been a blessing for me, and I'm grateful for it happening.