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I can’t deny that this weekend was filled with tears. Mostly mine. It may seem ridiculous, but I felt a lot of anguish trying to decide what exactly to do on July 1. We were just so frustrated looking for an apartment.
The Geek was on and off the phone with his oh so wise father [...]
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It’s not immediately apparent, but I am a romantic through and through. When I was seven, I wrote in my diary that I was going to live in Boston one day. I was just a kid in Texas–I had never been east, but I had this grand idea of what it meant to be from [...]
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In 30 hours I will no longer live in the place I’ve always called home. My parents will be exactly 2,022 miles away, not 70 miles, and I won’t see them until June.
That’s so weird, y’all.
Yeah–y’all. I almost never write it, so maybe I’m just trying to get it out of my system.
My very Southern [...]
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Miscarriage messes things up. That’s obvious–dreams are quite literally flushed away, and you have to recreate the year.
We’ve done this three times this year. Three different times. We’ve had to stop dreaming of names, fantasizing about the baby’s first word, wondering who the kid would look like. All of that comes to a sudden halt, [...]
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