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Homesick

I’m homesick for a time when people were just people, not layers of complicated emotions and traumas and hopes and expectations.

Okay

We flip open the welcome binder, quickly decide this is too complicated and pull out the French press instead. This, I can do.

Us

We order cookies for delivery because I convince you they will make me feel better.

In My Unhinged Era

From our post, we could see the full big screen and hear the entire concert. Were we standing in a tree and getting hit in the face with branches? Absolutely.

Missing Christmas Magic

Where was the magic in saltines and Gatorade for dinner, in spiking fevers and loneliness? Where was the magic in canceled flights and missed wedding celebrations?

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