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I'm in Savannah. It's very different than I imagined it would be. Faster and slower simultaneously, if that makes any sense. It feels like a tourist trap a lot of the time, and I wish that it didn't. My mom and aunt are fun, but a lot to handle in large amounts. Michael is here, and seeing him is good, like being back home, driving around in the warm and sun, singing along to good music and talking about life. It's nice to be able to talk to him face to face; he's good about listening to my rambling confusion. Kristin too, but I haven't gotten to see her quite as much. I get nervous for the summer. It would be so nice to just get this job in Pennsylvania and sort of let everything be for a while. But then July comes, and then it's August, and then I'm in London for 3 months (officially, by the by, which is incredibly awesome). I'm still trying to catch up on work, sleep, split my time here between family and friends, and think things out. I'm happy, I think. But I think it's not going to last. I can't tell yet. I need to let things be. Not one of my strong points.
This is vague city and I know it. Apologies.
This is vague city and I know it. Apologies.