Priorities change.
Lives change.
Plans change.
As I was writing on Friday, everything changed.
His dad had a stroke and is in a coma.
Maintenant, rien n'est sûr. Il n'y a rien de certain.
I'm trying to change my flight but it's so complicated and I don't know what to do.
The city seems cruel. The holidays seem cruel. The lights and wreaths and trees are cruel.
Dramatic, but who cares.
And I'm far away. And I feel alone.
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