It almost seemed like I was home in Chicago today.
There were 30 mph winds howling all day and I saw a squirrel. It was jet black with the biggest bushiest tail I've ever seen.
It almost seemed like it was summer today.
There was 70 degree temperatures and I was barefoot all day. This was tricky at times, like when I had to walk down the gravel path to the staff room.
It seemed like home here today.
There was a maintenance boy who greeted me with a hug and I knew where to find a humidifier. It was buried in the Coal Bin under enough boxes of matches to last the ranch until the year 2019.
It seemed like home here today.
There was the time I swerved around the elephant pothole instinctively and now I'm sitting in my bunkhouse with a good friend. This is calming: she's doing her thing contently, I'm doing my thing contently.
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what was the name of that song?
Miley Cyrus - I Can't Wait To See You Again
or something like that
When do you get back in Evanston?
supposedly May 21
Love you!
Aunt Joy
that's good and sad at the same time. good that you found a place where you feel loved, and sad that we're not home anymore :(
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