April 4, 2012

It seems I never get into the city anymore, and don’t miss it. When Frank was working, the city seemed to me to be what I was missing. I guess I actually missed feeling rooted to home, which didn’t happen till Frank was here too …. another person kicking around. Now instead of fighting it, I relish this outpost living. The city has become the place I get excited over, occasionally.

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