I am back at school. Good! This is good. I needed this. I need to be somewhere where I am given direction in my learning. I need to be surrounded by people who are passionate like me all about the same things. This city is full of events and faces and ideas and food.

I moved, however. My new apartment is beautiful. Small, much, much smaller than my last, but lovely. I like it. We live above a reptile store. I thought that was funny when we moved and the guy told us we might find a reptile or two.

On my first night here, Eric and I come back from dinner, and he goes to get the mail in the front hall. What should be there but a lizard. Yep. A biggish one. A fast one. One that can climb on the ceiling. Armed with oven mitts, a long stick, slippers and a cardboard box with lettuce in it, we go to catch it. But end up getting our neighbour, who likes these things, to come do it. She just grabs it with her bare hands, and it bites her. She's bleeding, and she says you can't reallymake it let go, you just have to wait it out. So I introduce myself to my new neighbour as we crouch in the front door and while she has some crazy gecko thing making her bleed. We mist it with some water, and gradually it ceases the death grip on her knuckle. I pry open it's little mouth with a kebab stick and we put it in a pot.

And that was night one.