Dear Francesca,

Tomorrow I move back. Out of the country, back to the city. And I am excited.

Last night while wrapped in the tangled white sheet in a too hot room, I began to reread May Sarton's Journal of a Solitude. Lately I have had trouble finding a book to capture and hold my attention, but once I began reading her words, I knew I could settle into this book. Some of her words resonated so deeply within me, words about the feelings of depression. I wrote yesterday that stability seems to be sticking around and I still believe that. But last night I felt the faded girl inside me, the one who has suffered so much in the shadows, I felt her pull at me and whisper don't leave me...please... Sometimes I feel so divided. My self has been fractured, and I am not sure if I have found all the pieces yet as I put it back together.

I shall probably not write for a few days, Franney, as I get settled in. Not to ignore you, though; I'll be thinking of you often. I hope to have strong stories to tell you.

Yours,
Hannah Iona