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This past week has been strange. I think the next week will be much the same, until I move. Time goes by as it usually does; it's life that sits still, it's life that feels frozen in place for now. And I haven't been trying to keep it that way, either. It's unbearable, sometimes, sitting here and waiting for something to begin. I feel like in reality I'm leaving so little behind; joy derived from a few things. Nothing means home. Home has no meaning to me, only what suits me for the time being.
So here's to next week, it'll be a long one.
So here's to next week, it'll be a long one.