V92.59 Shopping mall as the place of occurrence of the external cause

Dear K-

I was a ghost. I was the wind. I worked endless hours and drank more cups of coffee than my stomach could handle. What do I have to show for it? Empty hands and some people who can see a little bit better than before. I hate the rush at the end of the year. It always takes me by surprise. It always drowns me out.

You know I would never abandon you. Sometimes I just don’t have the words. I am happy that you are moving. Your soul was never content in Chicago. I could hear it in your voice every time we spoke. I am not sure where you shall come to eventually rest, but I don’t think that city is what you need, what you deserve. At least at this time.

I spent the holiday alone. I had to work and my family all lives too far away. Some considerate friends offered to take me in so I wouldn’t have to be solitary, but you know what? I actually wanted to stay by myself. If I couldn’t be with my family, I didn’t really want to impede on another family. I would feel like a burden. Like they pitied me. I could not stand that feeling. I was content to sit at home by myself and read a book, drinking cup after cup of tea. It was actually a very nice holiday, all told. I hope yours was well enjoyed.

Let me know how the next few weeks of transition transpire for you. I wish you the best. I will try to find more words to share with you soon.

Ever yours,
-k