I leave in an hour and a half for Duluth. I'm excited but I'm not at the same time. I want to see my family because I have missed them. BUT. I don't like being in a place where she is not. I remember all of the things that she told me and I read the two handwritten letters from her daily. There's one that makes me laugh hysterically and one that makes my heart drop. Both of them help to give me strength throughout the day. I keep them in my wallet so they'll never leave my side.
I must go clean out the vehicle of the mass amounts of clothes and cd's that have now taken over my passenger seat due to the fact that she was the only one that used to ride in my car. Now, besides transporting kids for the agency, I have no reason to keep that seat clean. Cest la vie. I tell you.
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