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I need to remember the exact feeling of back home in the U.P.
A brisk 35 degree morning at 5am.
The sole sound of my running shoes being drowned out by singing birds.
The damp dirt path winding through a tunnel of trees.
A soul conversation with my Father.
I remember those days. I had strength to keep pushing. And I won.
I miss home so, so, so incredibly much sometimes.
Can someone approach the city council and propose to plant millions of trees out here so I can have the same feelings? Just need to demolish a few thousand houses along the way. :)
Quote of the day: Liz just woke up and said groggily, "Why does morning have to be so early?" :) Yesterday was her 23rd birthday. Happy birthday, Celery!
A brisk 35 degree morning at 5am.
The sole sound of my running shoes being drowned out by singing birds.
The damp dirt path winding through a tunnel of trees.
A soul conversation with my Father.
I remember those days. I had strength to keep pushing. And I won.
I miss home so, so, so incredibly much sometimes.
Can someone approach the city council and propose to plant millions of trees out here so I can have the same feelings? Just need to demolish a few thousand houses along the way. :)
Quote of the day: Liz just woke up and said groggily, "Why does morning have to be so early?" :) Yesterday was her 23rd birthday. Happy birthday, Celery!