July 25, 2009

Three

There's always something disarming about coming home from a trip. I always feel like everything should have changed and whatever hasn't really bothers me. When I was a kid, I'd come home from camp or even spending the night at a friends and be so disappointed that the neighbor's houses were still in tact and someone didn't paint the fire station hot pink. I guess I always expected catastrophe in the mundane.


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