My baby didn't write me a letter, but I really would like to go places. And I don't want to go for work.
I wonder how much of my life is spent waiting and looking forward to the next vacation. I wonder if that's part of why I've been off. I didn't really have one planned. But now I do! Beachiness, second week of July.
This is not what we should strive for. This is not what we should hope for. This is not what we should put our trust in. Sigh.
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