Three years.

After cleaning my journal, I have just left it sleeping, waiting for the right time to be opened again.

And three whole years passed. I now feel like someone who hasn't come home for decades, wondering if I will find some echo to my words. A familiar place yet not so much.

I am still not sure about what I am going to write about: life? studies? music? Linguistically speaking, I'll be trying to stick to English but be sure that French will pop out once in a while. Now, I just feel the urge to write a little again so here I am.

Tadaima!