Tucked inside a sleeping bag that rests among fallen leaves on a hill, the following letters can be found.
The plan is to take a vacation to Dolnik and be back in a week or so. Not sure if that's enough time, never been through this before if I'm honest. Took me years to let go of my parents but, that's strikingly different. If I don't check in in some capacity in a week, radio or a letter or even in person, then you can assume I'm lost. Or just fucked off. Whatever makes it easier, I suppose. Or maybe I'm back already and I'm just not ready to show my face. Ironic how the mind works to push people away when you feel lonely, only feeding further into that loneliness. Is it better to be isolated or feel the heart burn? We'll find out I guess.
Also, don't bother going by my place. Some really scary Russian woman took it over and I forgot to remove the meat before I left, she likely isn't going to be in the best mood. See you in a week, maybe.