Hi Soren dearest, yesterday I went through a hellish labyrinth of trains for five hours to pick up a package (long story short international shipping doesn’t like international debit cards) only fifteen miles away. Today I woke up in horrible pain and then a 6 AM fire alarm both of which so distressed me I have done nothing of schoolwork again, like a prick. I hope you are well in our terrible home back home. Like Elizabeth and Will Turner getting married in a maelstrom.
That is all I can say since Halloween. I love you. Be well. I haven’t the energy to properly write. Know I am writing like a consumptive Victorian in bed. Know I love you more than anything.
With love,
Alice