I live in a ****** appartment, in a "****** and dangerous" neighbourhood, in the city that stole my heart.
And guess what? I love going to that ****** place, because that place became my home. And it doesn't matter that I don't even have place to do a pirouette, because this city gives me so much joy and I am gratefull to be living in a place like this.
I love how people randomly smile at each other and say hi, I love how easy it is to make friends, and I'm gratefull that this city accepted me the way I am, when I had a hard time accepting myself.