Sitting here editing the Great American Novel – heh, that’s novel – I have the nostalgia of returning to San Diego – no, it is not San Diego exactly, but Tijuana. And of course the fantasy involves taking Brian with me.
Will he take the risk to change his life? Will he? It will be hard at first but is he will to take that step? I think I am – I am dying of boredom here. More than I was in Tijuana…perhaps now that I have gotten to see my psychoanalyst, I can continue my therapy in San Diego – it is worth it. A better life than in this hellish climate and limbo existence.
I will ask and see. Will talk to my caseworker/psychiatrist…see where this goes.
Will he take the risk to change his life? Will he? It will be hard at first but is he will to take that step? I think I am – I am dying of boredom here. More than I was in Tijuana…perhaps now that I have gotten to see my psychoanalyst, I can continue my therapy in San Diego – it is worth it. A better life than in this hellish climate and limbo existence.
I will ask and see. Will talk to my caseworker/psychiatrist…see where this goes.
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