Yesterday was my first full day in Valdivia, and I am already starting to feel like I'm back in the groove. My room is all set up with my clothes neatly folded in my shelves. I know it won't look like this for long, so I am enjoying the momentary sense of organization. This is the fifth time I've moved into a new bedroom in about 7 months, so I'm getting pretty systemized about it. After getting caught up on a few of my Skype calls and eating lunch with my host family I went downtown to meet my friend Milthon. You may recognize the name because I'm sure I've mentioned him before, but if you don't Milthon is one of my closest friends in Valdivia. Granted, the group isn't very big because it's a bit tricky to forge really strong friendships in another language over the course of a few months. However, I am pleased to know that I've been able to do that with a few guys who all really mean a lot to me. Anyway, Milthon and I walked around town a bit and caught up on each others lives. Of course I filled him in on my boy drama and he offered me a very balanced perspective on the situation, which I appreciated. At one moment when I was letting my sense of humor about the situation turn a little cynical he told me about this documentary his friend saw that basically stated that humans are self-fulfilling prophecies. Therefore, by me thinking negative thoughts I was actively condemning myself to a negative realization of my fears. He completely changed my frame of mind within about 2 seconds and for that I consider him a very wise friend. That and he looked at the sky yesterday and told me it was going to rain today and about 5 minutes ago I started to hear raindrops on our tin roof...With that, we went to Blockbuster and rented 2 of the documentaries in the series he was talking about because we were both curious about this philosophy. Last night actually ended up being a perfect time to give my future some thought, because when he were walking to his house to watch them, I felt someone walking behind me grab my shoulder and I turn around to find myself face to face with Marcelo.  I think we've been avoiding each other for two days, which is not easy considering that we live 3 houses apart. He was in a rush on his way to work, but we are going to talk today. I think that is a big reason I am up so early instead of dreaming about sweet nothings for the optimal 8 hours. 

Ok this part is written 8 hours later and after spending the afternoon at Marcelo's house with him and his family. All is well. I am welcome to spend time there and I really do want to because they are like my family in many ways. So my brain has finally been given permission to shut down a little and not overanalyze the situation for the first time in two weeks. And with that, I think I am going to bed...