I hate it when I catch myself measuring my life in time spent waiting. 27 days until I move back in for training. 648 hours. 38,880 minutes. 2,332,800 seconds. I feel like I'm standing in line at an amusement park, moving slowly toward through a line with signs beside it proclaiming "there is a wait of ___ minutes from this point". It's actually
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Don't remind me of training. I'm not ready to go back. Don't make me!
:) love ya.
Rachel
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Anytime.
Love.
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