Correspondence

About 5 times in the last 2 weeks, I’ve told myself to sit down and write a note to my friends in Bruxelles to let them know what’s going on in my life.

Can I be blamed that I don’t want to recount how my uncle died, my cousin’s relationship ended because of abuse and infidelity, how my work subordinate and good friend suffered an aneurysm and is only alive because I called her boyfriend concerned and he found her 9 hours later, how I broke down over my roommate who stole and threw out my things and can’t learn to lock a door, how I’ve been working 60+ hour weeks (without my direct report), and how my dad fell off the wagon on Thanksgiving and made me embarrassed in front of friends and concerned for my mother?

No, I don’t have the energy to write all of this out. In French. Right now.