I hope that everyone’s Christmas was as beautiful as mine was. Quiet and snow-filled.
There’s a lingering sadness intertwined with the beauty of the season. It reminds me that after May, there is no plan, no set direction. And with that, I am off again on the adventure that will be my life. Here, abroad, I can go anywhere. Of course, anywhere is a strange place, but perhaps better than nowhere.

I’ll be getting a new coat and for that, I am thrilled.