On the way back from Kiev I started getting nervous on the plane. This is not like me. I thought about how 13 year old me would be disappointed in my sudden fear. What had caused it? Who knows. Then I started ruminating (quietly, I was on a plane) about all of the things 13 year old me would be disappointed in about my life today.
This blog will soon become the home to those very difficult conversations. I'll change names to protect some people who really don't deserve me maligning their receding hairlines on the internet, but otherwise it will be a true representation of those conversations.
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