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Landings make me cry. Usually, it's coming into Portland in the rain and smelling that mossy air. After a long trip away, it makes me tear up. But this time, it was landing in DC that did me in. Except, it wasn't a "oh finally, yes here I am" kind of cry, but a "what am I doing?" cry.
Then, on arriving home, my room was a mess. I'm not supposed to be living here, so my roommates took apart my room to fool my landlord. But she never came to see the house. So I arrived to a room in disarray. And now I really don't know where I belong. Too much moving around. It's time to settle down.
Then, on arriving home, my room was a mess. I'm not supposed to be living here, so my roommates took apart my room to fool my landlord. But she never came to see the house. So I arrived to a room in disarray. And now I really don't know where I belong. Too much moving around. It's time to settle down.