i've spent every other day this week in flip flops. today i pulled the boots out.
i'd like to shake my fist in disapproval at this weather.
strange how foreign the first snow felt under my feet. even after 24 winters. funny how this place feels the furthest thing from home. even after these 18 months. but few places have ever really felt like home. and even fewer have truly been.
you'd always been home for me but now you're becoming all the more uncomfortable.
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