i started packing today. i will be home exactly two weeks from today.
this is so strange. i’m just staring at my things, thrown everywhere, in seemingly neat stacks that don’t mean anything. i’ve been here so long without leaving. i’ve ironically gone the longest without seeing my family. (and also the only one with a seamless adoration for home.)
but its been so long its hard to separate this from the home, although they couldn’t be more varied.
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on the other side of this weariness, its been exquisitely beautiful here. although we are lacking daisy-like freshness in these pictures, we have enjoyed the spring sky.
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2 weeks?
wow.
bittersweet, i’m sure.
i have much to share with you, and you, much with me.
i’ll be gone before you return, but hopefully when you are back in the states email and phone calls will be easier.
safe travels home.
isn’t it strange?
we do have much much much to talk about. will you be gone for the whole summer? i feel that a day (or week) of coffee, panera, hummus, black bean soup, tabouli is greatly needed. (you can tell what i’m excited for. people and food and coffee)
i’ll also need a shopping partner. my clothing are half painted, half hole covered. i’m going to make a great impression back in america. ‘look, jena returned. looking dashingly frumpy and dirty. france did her well’ could you just ship me a box of your clothes?
also. dancing. i’ll be twenty-one. easier to sneak only one in. and we both know you were always the sneaky one. (“whats your address?” “ummm. i just moved”) i’m not good with breaking rules. ha.
i have half of my stuff packed. bank accounts to close, internet accounts to…do something with…finals, sweaters to give away.
could you just zap me home? that seems much easier. actually. zap me onto my leather couch.
okay. i’m not sure why i’m writing big letter on this. everything is making me anxious, so excuse my lack of condensing.
miss.
i can’t wait for you to paint me an iris. there seems to be an iris theme in our lives. don’t you think?
i just had an idea….i think you should name your first daughter iris!
now isn’t that precious.
and….
i’ve begun planning your return trip to europe. remember, look forward.
i’ve got 2 wayward travelers already anxious and ready to go.
many adventures never happen simply for lack of planning. so, we will plan.
and, although it will never be the same, it will be just as wonderful.
i would give anything to be there for your exhibit. i know you will be a star. we need hundreds of pictures.
we are so proud of you.
well done.
i am SO ready to see you. lets just cruise in the jeep, dance, and get ice cream. sounds like a plan
“When I get hungry, she takes me out.
I’m ridin’ shotgun like a shitzu hound.
My tails a waggin’, my tung hangin’ out”
…just a preview to what you are getting when you are coming home to.
love you jen. safe travels!
Al
oh my.
love you al. can’t wait to see your pretty face.
ha. can’t you tell i’m in college??
nice sentence fragmentation on the last one there!