San Francisco, January 5th 2015
I couldn’t write earlier.
These last days have been hard. I guess I could tell why, but I prefer to keep it for me for the moment and see how things will be evolving.
I’m not really someone complaining, but now I think I really need to meet other people.
I’m still surrounded by boxes, and Hefty bags in every corner of the house.
I know, I’m lucky to live here. I know we’ll be happy.
But I really wanted it to be easier.