Dear Family

I'm still weighed by sad memories from time to time, which is not helped by the generally gray nature of this city.

As soon as I touched down, I had to hit the ground running on homework- and I probably wont be caught up until next week. But still I am driven to carry on all that Grandma gave me and bring into new areas. This is something I feel we are all capable of doing. We each carry a part of her, and we all bring that part to new and exciting avenues of experience.

And I feel grandma most profoundly when I go to fill in my running log- which she crafted from leather for last Christmas. I don't know why, but every time I open it, I feel a little warmer inside. It perhaps is tied to the fact that I feel as though my family has been found anew. So I hope that you all find what I write here as a reflection of what is possible through this love for grandma.

I have nothing new in terms of sites or photographs. Instead I am plunging myself into my work, reading and thinking about the wide breadth of history. I will make a more elaborate post later this week.

Love.