Thinking about Grace
I miss her so much. The last few days have been hard. I’ve cried on a number of occasions. I am glad that my sunglasses often hide my tears, as drive through the main town of Langguur.
Is this a pilgrimage?
This is turning into a Pilgrimage and as I write this I feel so upset. I’ve been given a link to a web site which show where across the Maluku Islands different surnames come from, I have discovered the locations for Kesaulija. My one slight regret is that I have so little time to explore these places, but there is always another time. But I am going to try my best. I’ve got four locations to get to Sirisori, Samet, Ouw, Tamilouw and Asilulu.
My objectives ‘going to pot’
I am making no progress with my objectives. The last 6 months I’ve been little or no progress with Dutch, Spanish, reworking my first book and completing my third book.
My third book is going on hold. I can’t write about dating and modern relationships. I’ve not go the desire or strength to write such a book. I don’t have any desire to date anyone nor have anything casual. I feel like I have let so many women down.
I’ve got my book about learning Spanish to write and Spanish to learn. But I just feel so flat at the moment, despite how relaxed and comfortable I might seem.
