It was sunny the day before I left New Jersey, and the Moms knocked on my bedroom door on her way out. "Wake up! Organize! You've got to pack." I rolled over and slept until 10:30 when the sun was bouncing off the snow, in my window, and across the crisp tinged green of my walls. If I had a car that day I would have driven away to someplace to
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I miss you, and we have a lot to talk about when you get home-- I want to know everything about your trip, about who you were and who you've become and every step you took to get there. I'm sure you will come back changed.
When is it (the exact day) you will be back?
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