It took me a while. A year and a half after Sandi’s death. I was not looking for anyone. Someone found me anyway.

I reconnected with somebody i went to high school with. She is also on disability, so that made it easier. Her kindness and generosity inspire me.

Partly it made me feel bad that I hadn’t seen it in her before. But I hadn’t ever really considered a romantic partner in people I went to high school with — i just wasn’t there yet, socially, in those days . Maybe i should’ve stayed in my hometown after college; maybe that would’ve made it easier.

Sure, i wouldn’t have seen anything of the country. But was it really worth it? It was interesting. But it was also a little sad. (No, staying would have made me miserable. It was worth it, the journey.)

Living life involves experiencing some pain, and i can only take so much of it.

How do i feel about having another girlfriend after Sandi? Finally, i feel good about it.

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I haven’t written much at all in the last few weeks: i’ve been busy falling in love.

Happiness is more important than writing. Do what you can to bring joy into your life — that’s all i will say about it (for the moment).