Dear friend,

I love days like this.

I've had fun weekends, to start with. By Sunday evening I've cilmbed a 10-meter chalk cliff even though I've expected of myself no more than 3 meters. K., my mother's boyfriend, has helped me, of course. He was the one to secure me on the ropes, in case I fall down, so when I approached and got stuck on a negative degree rock, he pulled me higher. Gosh, I want to be stronger physically! I've also spent half a night by the fire, talking with a medical professor and being geniously happy. And learned a bit of archery. And balanced on the slopes collecting berries. And played badminton. And studied Critical Reading for the SAT. And sunburned my shoulders. Worry-free days...

I am happy with my private life, too. It's amazing when a resolution that we both don't feel much for each other anymore, the fire has died out, makes both reeeaaally happy. Thank you.

My Grandad is quite a figure in my life. He dreams even more than me, and dreams realistically. Practical, goal-oriented. I'm in deep thinking now, he's got me quietly motivated. Thank you.