How was your week? It feels strange writing because I wrote to you only last Monday. Has anything of interest happened, like on Valentine’s Day? I hope you are well.
I admit that essentially nothing has happened to me: school, school, school. I finished writing the climax of my capstone novel, and will hopefully finish soon. Mom wants to dye Achilles pink (with something non-harmful) but I have a suspicion that he would be distressed by that. Imagine if you suddenly changed color.
I’m writing this with one hand now. Achilles wants attention. He purrs like he has a cold. I don’t think anything’s wrong with him. Paris squeaks when pet and it doesn’t seem harmful.
I’m trying not to think of home lately. I’m feeling rather homesick. I’m glad the weather here is like the weather there. But what I’d give to visit… I haven’t been since the last time you physically saw me. I don’t like to think about that day, either. I stopped recording when I knocked at the door, and didn’t notice until after I saw you. I wish I hadn’t. My newest image of you is from 2017.
I hope you’re alright, Soren, wherever you are. I didn’t mean to leave. I would come home if I could.
With love,
Alice