I'm home now with my beloved mountains, and real food.
It's odd and heavy, but not unpleasant.
I saw a word recently that made me think. And thinking makes me nostalgic and that's just sometimes no good. I can't even remember why I loved these memories so much; why they mean so much to me because they're ordinary and uneventful, and you'd think I'd think of them last, but I don't. I never do.
You know, I'm starting to realize something.
To live will be an awfully big adventure.
To live is...
With utmost sincerity,
Kaitlin R.
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