Mid-June, 1919.
June 15, 1919
We have long since left England. Pursuing a change of scenery from the city life we have been indulging in, we are en route to Sweden. A new locale even for me; Scandinavia remains a region of the world I have yet to truly explore. Edward jokes about worrying of the cold there.
I have relaxed considerably around him, though I do still try to keep my wits about me when it comes to Edward. I have responsibilities that our recent change of relationship has not changed. Mostly.
I still like his jacket.
C. C.
June 20, 1919
I find myself increasingly uncaring about knowing my location on a map. Perhaps Edward is making me lax.
He would say that this was necessary, no doubt.
I am impressed with myself thus far.
C. C.
We have long since left England. Pursuing a change of scenery from the city life we have been indulging in, we are en route to Sweden. A new locale even for me; Scandinavia remains a region of the world I have yet to truly explore. Edward jokes about worrying of the cold there.
I have relaxed considerably around him, though I do still try to keep my wits about me when it comes to Edward. I have responsibilities that our recent change of relationship has not changed. Mostly.
I still like his jacket.
C. C.
June 20, 1919
I find myself increasingly uncaring about knowing my location on a map. Perhaps Edward is making me lax.
He would say that this was necessary, no doubt.
I am impressed with myself thus far.
C. C.