...and I'm not bothered by it.
I'm back in Harbin and have been for a month.
The summer was long but difficult. Two deaths in the family. Road trips. A slump in support. A lost passport and visa.
So, with those memories still refusing to go away, 14 degrees doesn't make me flinch.
I'm glad to be here in my socks. In my apartment. In my dorm. In my campus.
And I'm hoping to blog once again. When I don't write, part of me retreats.
