Sunday, March 25, 2007
Why is that whenever you get ready to leave a place, everything gets better? The graffiti is humourous and thoughtful . . .
The sun is shining. . . .
And you're wearing your favourite new dress (which looks like a choir robe, but you don't care because it's breezy, comfortable and made from 100% organic cotten). . .and you begin to wonder why you hated it all so much to begin with?
You pass your favorite house in your neighborhood, (which you intend to buy one day). . . and you realize. . .you can always come home, when it's time.
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