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The more I drive between Berlin and Bavaria, the more those worlds blend into each other. They used to feel completely separate—like they erased each other from my mind. Friends, surroundings, all of it felt like a short dream that had nothing to do with real life. Now it’s different.

Christmas with family was supposed to be peaceful. It lasted about a day. Then I was caught between parties, reconnecting with old friends, staying upright, taking care of various urgent needs, just grinding through one absurd scenario after another. By my grandmother’s after-Christmas dinner I was barely conscious. I was so exhausted that tomorrow Becca and I are heading to Munich to shop. Apparently there’s an Apple Store there now and I want to see it in person. Plus I need a new game for my Nintendo DS—the drive back to Berlin is long enough without losing my mind.

Merry Christmas, belatedly.