How’s it going? I’m in the throes of jet lag. Yesterday, I couldn’t sleep all night, but the whole day I was fighting to keep awake. It was a hard time. I was so sleep-deprived I read the news and started sobbing. I had to get more coffee. I also figured out how to make rice. It’s very easy. It just sits in a pot forever. I’m trying to eat healthier, so it’s brown rice with tofu and broccoli (you should learn to fry stuff if you haven’t. I suppose you probably have since Mom wanted you to be a chef so much. But if you haven’t, it opens up a world of possibilities). These are the mundane situations I’ve been dealing with.
I was thinking today. It is almost ten years now since you were kidnapped. I thought on accident that that’s half my life already — but no, that’ll be when I’m 22 (I don’t know about you🎵). But it’s already half your life. For a moment, a feeling of false clarity came over me. The pre-trauma days feel almost ghostly to me now. This has been all there is for such a long time. How very young we were. Next year I will join you in having life with one foot in the normal years and one foot in these darker years. If you must have that, then it will comfort me a little to be in the same place.
With love,
Alice