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February 23, 2003

Dear Nick,

It was strange to get back from my trip and find you gone. I knew you were moving out, but it was weird when it actually happened. I hope you’re settling into your new place okay.

I know my reaction to all this hasn’t been great. I can be stubborn and worse when engaged in a contest of wills. (You hold your own just fine, too.) I’ve probably been smothering or controlling or overbearing. I’ve heard I can be that way from time to time.

Fortunately, Daniel reminded me that really, none of this is about me. It’s about you making your own decisions. And why shouldn’t you? That’s part of being your own man.

One thing worried me. You took so little. You left your computer and most of the other stuff in your room. I hope that wasn’t because I bought it. Those things are yours, and you can take them any time you want. Maybe you left them here on purpose. Maybe you want to know you’ve always got a room here. That goes without saying. If you need to use anything here, or come here to crash occasionally (everybody has roommate problems from time to time), you have a key and you’re always welcome.

That’s all I guess I can say except that I love you.

Uncle Blaine