It isn't really a special day, but it's a tiny bit noteworthy in the back of my brain where the tiny noteworthy things stay.

There were some cobbled streets that led to here and there were some blind turns.

It rained often enough and I did quite enjoy walking around, a lot faster that I usually do. I read a lot more than I would have and it doesn't really matter why. I jogged a lot more too. I grew up a little and stopped crying as much. I started revising my arguments in my head before I said them out aloud. I learnt, but not quite completely, about giving people space. I came to enjoy my own space. I realized that while I like meeting people, I like not having them around all the time. I watched a lot of shows and listened to respectable music. I came to laugh at myself, even if it was begrudgingly. I changed a little, here and there, and it wasn't unpleasant at all.

In this space and time, I found myself being happy, both together and alone.
After you cut the parts that you don't like and keep the parts that you do, if you're still happy, isn't that what really counts?