XXVII

Email from past me, circa October: “There’s so much to look forward to. Just take a deep breath. You’re going to be alright.”

I think I was right. This year has been exhausting, but there’s so much I’m looking forward to in the next: reading and writing more, learning new pieces, growing and growing and growing. I get to read Calvino during winter break! And cook! And visit deserts again!

And, despite rough waters, this city has been good to me. I’ll miss its shadows and lights.