Shannon,
How are you? I hope you're doing well. I'm not sure when you'll see this, but I'm writing only a few days after you left for New York. I'm not sure how you feel about the work; I can only hope that you're enjoying it and you are in some way feeling like you're working towards your goals and fulfilling a role you find meaningful.
You're so far away. Even though it's only been a little while, you've told me a bit about your move. I'm happy to hear you've met so many people and have made friends with what sounds like great and interesting people. I'm so glad they have the opportunity to meet you and spend time with you. You leave an indelible mark on your surroundings, and it's a privilege that New York can keep you for the summer. I can only hope that it's treating you well; knowing you, no matter what comes your way, you will try your hardest.
At the moment I'm lying in bed. I've had a hard time sleeping the past few days. Like usual, I've had vivid and surreal dreams. I'm worried I'll have one tonight. Whenever I have a weird dream, it stays with me and occupies my mind for the rest of the day. Today was one of those days. Hopefully to tomorrow won't be like that. More often than not, I have terrible dreams. Yesterday I dreamt of you. I can't remember the details super clearly, but before I woke up I saw you on Bart. Similar to our usual commute from SF to Berkeley or Berkeley to SF, we were on the red line. Our bikes were rattling on the side rail, and there was a train performer lazily rapping a Lil Wayne song. I had my head resting on your shoulder while you read some insane book title. I cherish my moments with you, even the lucid ones. Sorry, I'm rambling a bit. I'm so tired, but for some reason, I haven't been able to sleep. I'm always amazed how you can close your eyes and sleep so easily. Do you think about me? I think about you often. Sleep well, Shannon. Goodnight.
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