I’m doing something i should have done a long time ago- writing the Solons. I get butterflies in my stomach just thinking about it. Not the good kind. I don’t know what I’m afraid of. A part of me thinks that I was just taking up their time all year and, really, they couldn’t care less if I wrote to them or not. But then I remember watching the sunsets with Carine on the balcony and feeling like I was exactly where I should be. I’ll always be a part of that family whether I like it or not, and they’ll always be a part of mine.