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May 29, 2008 02:49

I physically ache to be at figure 8. That tiny little beach house on that tiny little island, 100 feet from the ocean, is my favorite place in the entire universe. I long to sit for hours at the water's edge, staring at nothing but endless water. How can anyone look at that and doubt that there is something larger than you at work?
When I am there, I am at peace. I feel like I am close to everything I have lost and everything I can attain. The world is so much more beautiful from that place - problems just don't exist there, they can't, they're drowned in serenity and bliss and beauty. I need to swim and read and dig my toes in the sand and let the wind blow my hair tangled. And I have to wait almost another month for my perfect 10 days back in my heaven.
And after that, I can never go back. My family has to sell the house. This will be my last trip to the house I have always loved. It has been my safe haven for all my 21 years.

What will become of me without it?
I feel like I am losing the dearest friend I have. Am I too attached to a place? I think so, but I can't help it.
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