Two more weeks. Two more weeks until I’ll be somewhat settled in Aizu-wakamatsu. Two more weeks until a feeling of normalcy can begin to set in. Two more weeks until the past is behind me; an unknown future ahead; and the present ever present in which I intend to live. Two more weeks; just the two. Maybe then, possibly, I can breathe a bit, too. Like you seem to do. How I’d love to breathe, too.