October 6, 2016
Day 39. Hi, John. I quit my job. You were always telling me to do what I really want. So I did. I wish you'd been home so I can tell you the good news in person. But anyway, it was a rough month, that. How were you able to write to me every day for a month? I don't have the patience and dedication. Ah well, maybe those come naturally when you're planning to leave someone, yes? I'm not being sarcastic. I'm leaving for a month. Don't know where to yet or if it's really a month. Maybe longer.