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The warmer the weather gets the more real my move is starting to feel. I really can't wait for summer evenings in Marco's and my apartment. I'm so excited to be able to sit back on Sunday's and know that I don't have to drive back across state, not to mention all the money I'll be able to save on gas.
And the little things like being able to go to the farmer's market together on Saturday and not holding back on buying all the vegetables and flowers I want...because I won't just have to leave them behind or pack them into a dented up delta 88.. to watch them wilt after 2.5 hour car ride. I know perfectly well that the inevitable shitty job, bills, and occasional drama will still take thier hold but god damn if all of my happiness won't be like hiccups, jumping in and out every few minutes.
And the little things like being able to go to the farmer's market together on Saturday and not holding back on buying all the vegetables and flowers I want...because I won't just have to leave them behind or pack them into a dented up delta 88.. to watch them wilt after 2.5 hour car ride. I know perfectly well that the inevitable shitty job, bills, and occasional drama will still take thier hold but god damn if all of my happiness won't be like hiccups, jumping in and out every few minutes.