I am starting to wean maika. I am all swollen and achy. it reminds me of when she was first born and my milk came in.

strange how at the beginning and ending of breastfeeding you get the same kind of thing.

Also I find myself contemplating a move back to the states (for the 3rd time).

I am going to have to start all over again with finding stores….finding acquaintances….places to play with the girls…etc. (unless I go to cleveland, but damn progressive doesn’t call back!)

my life is defined by moves, it seems. Episodes in my life die off as I move away, and new ones begin.

it’s cool in an abstract way, but in a practical way it stinks.