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I fled the city and my resposiblities for the past week making the executive decision that I would just skip the two days of school that would have otherwise held me in the cities. Being home has been dreamy. I've come to the conclusion I really am a Northwoods girl. This city bussiness is good on a temporary basis but coming home to the lake and the woods is oh so sweet.
The crew was home and much merry making was had in our distinctive laid back way. Drinking, smoking, music, kniting, working, snow. It was sweet-really really sweet. I wish I could just scoop up all of my favorite people plant them in a city somewhere within the perfect proximity to eachother. But as I plan my fairy tale I know I'd still be lost and missing something.
I look back on different times of my life, mostly when I was in high school, and my life was so fucking cool and I was so damn happy. I can't figure out if it was because I was young and sheltered or if it really was that perfect. Camp, greyhound trips, significant nights of stumbling drunk, sleeping between my best friends. The closest I've come to that feel was in Thailand but nothing really compares.
The crew was home and much merry making was had in our distinctive laid back way. Drinking, smoking, music, kniting, working, snow. It was sweet-really really sweet. I wish I could just scoop up all of my favorite people plant them in a city somewhere within the perfect proximity to eachother. But as I plan my fairy tale I know I'd still be lost and missing something.
I look back on different times of my life, mostly when I was in high school, and my life was so fucking cool and I was so damn happy. I can't figure out if it was because I was young and sheltered or if it really was that perfect. Camp, greyhound trips, significant nights of stumbling drunk, sleeping between my best friends. The closest I've come to that feel was in Thailand but nothing really compares.