Tomorrow I fly back to Bismarck to try and pack mine and the kid's things. M. had told the landlord he'd be out by the 15th. My emotions range between sadness, anxiety, and a sense of strength that leaves me feeling capable of handling the huge emotional turmoil that lies ahead.

I am going to be trying to handle many different things at once, but I hope that it'll all fall together like a simple puzzle, that only looked complicated. :)

I'll write from Bismarck.