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“Home is a place you grow up wanting to leave, and grow old wanting to get back to.” ~John Ed Pearce
I have returned, though it surely doesn’t feel like I was gone, but alas home nonetheless. Relatively unscathed and profoundly happy. There may even be speak of rainbows and puppies and no talk of why I had to go through four cities just to get here. Nope. No hate towards Southworst.
Nor how I’m on the verge of become an awful weepy mess because I want to put everyone from the weekend in my pocket. Just…well…smiley for now because I done made Lisa, Elisa and Jory proud and I aim to please.
Which is funny – that I aim to please – givne I almost became homeless and that on day negative one, my roommate already kinda wants to punch me in the baby making parts.
Rainbows, people. Rainbows.
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Glad you had such a great time. Welcome back!
Oh dear. You flew Southworst? The last time I went to Virginia, I flew them. Swore that I would never do that again. Glad to see that you made it home. Sorry that I didn’t meet up with you. I had to spend Saturday detoxing.
I miss you already.
Lizzie! YOU need to come home! Soon.
Dagny: No worries as I spent my saturday live blogging and wondering around the hyatt trying to find internet access.
Kris, love. I miss you too.