Everything feels like a sign pointing to home these days--from the restaurant downtown playing Simon & Garfunkel's "America", to the fact that the yogurt in my fridge has the expiration date of July 27th.
It might not be a cosmic sign as much as it is a pro-biotic warning that I probably shouldn't eat yogurt for breakfast before my flight, but guys, it's been a year (almost). A year.
351 down, 14 to go.
It might not be a cosmic sign as much as it is a pro-biotic warning that I probably shouldn't eat yogurt for breakfast before my flight, but guys, it's been a year (almost). A year.
351 down, 14 to go.
But who's counting? xoxox
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