MC,
I finally finished Elif Shafak's There Are Rivers in the Sky after two months of slow reading. As with most of her books, it was beautifully woven, stories of fiction inspired by real-life events. I loved it. It was a pleasure.
Remember the last book you didn’t finish, the one by your hospital bed, Babel by R. F. Kuang? I told you it wasn’t worth your time. Well, she just published another beast this week, Katabasis. Even though I didn’t enjoy either of her books, I’ll still read this one, it will always remind me of your last book.
I just came back from a family trip (which of course came with its fair share of drama), but now I can finally plan another one, this time, just for myself. September will be crazy, though, and I don’t feel like going anywhere during the busy season. And yes, plenty more excuses you’ve heard from me before. Honestly, I just want a quiet season to read and maybe write. I’ve even been spending time on silly shows like The Summer I Turned Pretty and Marry My Husband (the Japanese version) whenever Sofi isn’t around. I actually got invested and I haven’t felt like that in so long.
I haven’t worked out much lately because I’ve been swamped with work, trying my best to tick off every list. But I know I’m not managing my stress the way I should. I registered for a run this October, another small commitment to carry me through the second half of 2025. And sometimes, I still stalk your Threads, IG, and Strava, just imagining the updates you might have shared if you were still around.
I still carry you in my days.
You are missed.
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