I am feeling better than I have in almost two months. Must have something to do with this whole biking/not smoking/perspective thing I've been trying out.

I realize I'll have moments. Maybe even days, but if I didn't, then I would forget. And if I forgot.. it would be as if it never happened. Or I never went there.
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Whichever skirts or dresses I deemed fit to bring up here are now hanging in my room. The second drawer is filled with half of the shirts I brought, and the bottom drawer has yet to be filled. My desk is a varying landscape of hills of books, valleys of plates, and small dried lakes where I have spilled some tea.
The suitcase Nora and I lugged into the elevator is still open and most nights I throw whatever is on my bed into it.
When I have a free day maybe I'll clean it up a bit, but that won't happen since free days are meant for Outside, for lunches out, for hikes, and smiles between friends.
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So, this is my life now. And there are good things in it.