I'm not sure how many people know that KC and I broke up this summer. I'm fairly confident the answer is plenty. I'm also not sure how many of those people know we got back together in Italy. The moment I agreed to give it another chance, if not before that moment, anything else I was trying (and simultaneously fighting) was thrown out the window. I was a little worried we were rushing back into it too quickly, but I could've said "no." I didn't. I suspected it would happen. I joked that I just knew we were going to fall back in love in Paris, the city of love. It happened sooner than that. We talked about it in Austria. We had a beautifully romantic time on a beach on the Adriatic Sea. By the time we woke up in our private bedroom in an old-time Italian castle-like village in Terni, it was decided. I don't feel like any of this is necessarily anyone's business. But I do feel like (and maybe it's my own inner paranoia) people are whispering and speculating needlessly.

Right now we are in a nice suburban home in Vancouver. We did not search out a Halloween party. We relaxed here instead. I just woke up from nearly 12 hours of much needed sleep. Today we explore downtown and possibly find some people to hang out with be it Wintersleep and/or some of Seth's friends.