Friday once more. How are you doing? I went out for a walk yesterday and there were many leaves on the ground; it feels like the depths of fall finally, but winter is already a few minutes away. Alas, at least it’s cold now.
Not too much has happened this week — as with every week, it seems — I’m describing this consistent monotony paired with being mentally ill as going Emily Dickinsane, a phrase I don’t think my doctor would approve of, lol. I convinced myself to go out on the walk, though, which was quite nice. The local Goodwill-esque shop has vintage items but they’re pretty new compared to the vintage shops in Greece; more 80s things and not enough 1800s things. It makes sense. I hope to keep wandering around. When we lived in Aaron’s (the one you know) tiny house in December 2016- June 2017, wandering was one of my better hobbies. I wish the cemetery here was as close as the one in Eugene. And Prince Puckler’s.
Achilles has started to sleep on my arm, which is making writing hard. He’s a sweet boy. I saw a cat online today who looked like Fang. Do you still think about Fang occasionally? I do. I think often that I lost 3/4s of my close family in the span of a few months. I watched a documentary a man made about his mother and childhood in the more southern-esque lands, and it made me quite sad because it reminded me of the Mikells. Mom then tried to make me accept Aaron (the one you don’t know) as family, another blow to the door I’ve been trying to keep locked for six years now. Sigh. Where’s that one meme? “Stop trying to make fatherhood a thing. It’s not going to happen.” Lol.
Anyways, I hope you’re well and I wish I had something more interesting to say. I have to write a research paper to get a recommendation letter from someone who isn’t Mom. Still trying to understand the difference between a research paper and a normal essay. If you know, let me know. I love you.
With love,
Alice