I quit my job today, called to have my utilities turned off and closed all
my bank accounts but one. I’m going to Rogers Pawn tomorrow to sell what I can.
Then I’m off to the woods.
I’m pretty sure I’ll be fine there for at least a year. At least through
next year. By then, I’ll know what all of this means, and I’ll know if it’s
safe to come back. I only hope my wireless Internet equipment doesn’t break.
And I hope I hold together. I don’t want to die.
I haven’t heard her voice for a week now. I’m starting to get impatient,
though she told me it would be a while.
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