Fall is missing
I miss a real fall, where all the colors burst out of everything, the air gets crisp, and I get to wear squishy sweaters and fuzzy hats. Arizona just stays warm, brown, and dirty. I hope all goes well and Greg gets into Syracuse and we can move back east. I want to live in an old house with character and multiple fireplaces on land with acres of green woods to build photo set sculptures on and an old barn sturdy enough to hold my studio. I am super done here. I met fabulous people here and grew so much, but it isn't home and never will be. It is time to find home.
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