It's visibly humid today, the air hanging thick and wet over the District like a heavy blanket. The magnolias by my office have bloomed, which always makes me think wistfully of the years I spent in New Orleans, and the girl I was then.
If I could go back I would in an instant, but now is not then and things are so very changed, and changeable. I've learned in the interim to keep my wants small, and where I want to live now seems small enough. Would that I could I'd live in the house I bought over a month ago.
That would be nice.
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First of the month? Or do you have to wait even more?
end of june ugh.
End of JUNE?!?! WHY? Maybe you need a good real estate attorney. I know one in D.C...
it was his idea.
Let me know when you're settled, I have something to send you. I've been waiting until you have more room to store it. Mwaahaahaahaa!
(i don't know)
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