Thursday, December 16

the holidays are going to be difficult this year for my family, we'll get by, we always do, but there's so many unexpected financial issues that have come up, and I just wish there was something I could do.

anyway I'm going home next week and have eight thousand things to do before then.
I've been making my bedroom my haven. paper birds and photographs and quilts, yellow paint.

I'm reading Jane again. (Austen, for those of you who don't know me, a diehard fan) and it just increases my love for huge, imperfect, close families, particularly mine.
Jon will be driving up to meet me there, my entire soul in one house, it couldn't come sooner. My bloodline surrounds me with the most beautiful people. It can't be fair.

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