2002-12-29

after a year

A year ago I wrote last. It feels nice to write knowing it won't be read anyway. But wine and lateness spur me on to add. That, and my last entry was sad.

Life is now, a year after, full of grad school and learning more, (a month off now, I LOVE being a student) cohabitating and being in love and trying to ski as much as I can, playing with friends and playing with the kids I love and look after.

Not so much after all.

I wonder, why can't I find relaxation at home? Why is is so elusive?

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