tis the night preceding three nights before christmas and I am wide eyed and pensive. I'm heading home tomorrow, all the way back to my roots. Our adolescence is spent trying to pry ourselves free of those twisting things, and though sometimes we are under a liberating illusion that we have succeeded, it is impossible to resist the tug entirely. I'm anxious to go home, to spend the holidays with my kin, with my crazy kind. The thought of it pleases me.
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Shea i'm so glad you found me! I knew you probably had a blog but didnt know where :) my life is overall really great :) of course it has its ups and downs. The three of us should get together before I go back up to utah on the 30th!
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