London diaries

I think I came here to London to be alone. Wish I'd brought Ceci. She's what matters the most.

I have calls and therapy and I will try to keep in touch with my remaining community while I'm here. But I'd also like to disappear. To see no one.

To start fresh. To get a new perspective on myself and my sorry condition. I don't know if I'm healthy, or if this is really my life I'm experiencing. Isn't that weird?

Probably it's too much to ask of a trip to London by myself to answer these questions. But it's not as if I'd expect answers if I was locked in my bedroom in Truckee. I do want to escape and hide.

Wish I had my cat…the two of us. I'm not leaving her again.

Tomorrow I will see no one.  Saturday I will again.  Maybe I’ll watch some Netflix.  It’s been over two years. Netflix was so great when COVID began. 

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