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Happy monthly anniversary, my love. It is another month in Berlin, and we are finding the ground beneath our feet. We are cutting through the bureaucratic obstacles, building our residency, getting the odds and ends to make our place at home. We are finding our restaurants, our grocery stores, our patterns, our rituals to make this city of millions feel like its ours. We are settling in, thinking of this place as our home, yet mourning the notion that we will not be able to go to America for the holidays...again. It hurts a little more since this time it's due to some thing so mundane as a paperwork and not as harrowing as a dangerous virus. 

This is our home for now. The strange and the ordinary. But sometimes, more than Copenhagen and Amsterdam, I feel the distance.