I Have My Little Pleasures

I may not be able to see my new room, but it does have this very sentimental scent, as though I've entered it a hundred times before. How delightful to feel this way!

I admit, I am quite nervous about meeting those of Asgard, particularly my roommate, but Metatron has already assured me that all will be well. He has frequently mentioned that we are not here for leisure; that there will be tasks set forth for us that will require pain, struggle, and perhaps a bit of heartbreak. Be that as it may, I have never been without such agonies, and I am confident to say that I am not frightened.

Very slightly, I can sense the others moving about the house as I write this. Metatron has fixed for me a notebook that, how do I say, becomes electronic? It is a journal that all may view, friends and enemies alike. I am quite hesitant to present my thoughts in such an open format, but if it is what must be done... In any case, Metatron has proved himself most kind and considerate. His selections of the members of his household may prove to be the best company I've yet kept.

This is a not only a new home, but a new world. I have a tendency to dwell too much on what has passed. I hope I may overcome this and accept this experience as a new day. Missing those who cared for me before will do nothing to alleviate my transition.