When Frank stayed studying in Ireland we didn’t know when he would be able to be back up till the very end, it would all depend on the amount of classes and essays he would manage to finish.

It was pretty magical to hear he was coming back after 6 months apart. This happened at a point in my life that I was working more than ever, stressed to the breaking point and still eventually doing some art, saying to everyone around me that it would be a matter of me organizing myself to be back at art.

Nope. Not when you are doing an average of 200 extra hours per year.

We were also working towards moving into our apartment. which Frank hadn’t even met in person.