APRIL
April 1st
Dear Trish,
I've finally found a place with free internet. The people here have funny ideas about technology—as in, there is almost none. So, I am sending this journal to you six months early because I don't know when I'll find it again. We move around a lot. It's best that way.
I know I was supposed to keep this journaling thing up for a year, but you'll have to forgive me if I fall short of the mark. I am somewhat distracted. There are puppies here. And gardens to tend. And a man to love.
Guess I won't be making our next therapy session either. Sorry. I can’t tell you where I'm at. It is sufficient to say it's far from everywhere else.
By the way, I was right. As I predicted, over the last six months, words have done nothing but get me into trouble. Thank God.
Plea
