Two years have passed, and to say that things have changed is a very massive understatement.

How are you? 

I've tinkered around with formats of sharing; through visuals fleeting and permanent, figuring out the way I process and grieve is my way, not yours but mine, and while things remain "not okay", it is really okay to be this way.

I hope by now, you may have found a way to cope. That you may no longer be as affected as the news alerts that continue reminding us to be careful. That's good. While we still need to be alert, it's also timely to tell yourself to turn all notifications off, at a certain time - say, when the work day is done. 

I'm okay.

Even though the last three months felt like a baptism of fire, even though I felt guilty leaving a place I loved, even though I am still trying to float in the new place. 

I'm making it work and having a good talking-to to my self-doubt. Ain't nobody got all the time in the world to keep moping on the ground. 

See you soon.