Saturday, December 12, 2009

one year ago I came home.

written in my Florentine journal that Elizabeth and Michele gave me for my 21st:

We walked down cobblestone and passed sweet Southern accents and as we walked down past the big bronze cat, I said "I really think I'm going to cry." And I took deep jarring happy breaths as we walked through those doors and the SMELL hit me-- popcorn/gym carpet/rubber/close winter warmth and chattering and the faint sound of brass blaring and I'M HOME?? FINALLY?? WHAT?!?!?!
Have I ever really left?
Did I ever really leave?

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