I woke up this morning in the kind of morning that lasts all afternoon.
It was thundering lightly, and I could hear the rain pattering on my roof. And for a moment, I was happy.
On another note: I'm home this weekend at my parents house. I'm spending the weekend babysitting my three wonderful dogs since no one will be here, and although most college students would wince at the thought of it, I'm really glad I decided to come home. I literally absorb the memories like a sponge. Walking through each room, and especially my back porch, makes old feelings rush back to me. And while going through my "old memories" drawer where I stash all my notes, movie ticket stubs, pictures, and other odds and ends, I decided to post some old pictures that bring memories back to me as well. This is me, then. And I miss it.
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