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Friday, August 14, 2009
We came into rochester about an hour ago. Mama and whitney met us at the airport, even though they weren't picking us up.
That's one way to feel especially loved. When people come to see you, even when they don't have to.
I gave whitney lioner, she was glad, of course. But we're holding onto the book for later.
Been in maybe an hour, hung out with grandpa arlo and already we've seen so many different things. Buildings gone down, buildings gone up, new signs. Still, it feels like a home. Just one that someone repainted while I was out. Its like a citywide version of while you were out. Hah!
It still makes me miss people. And times. Makes me wish the gray house would burn down. I still get the shivers crossing 14th street and my stomach clenches up tightly.
I wanna take my shoes off and walk in the grass. I wanna walk around the block barefoot in my pajamas. I wanna buy a soda on the corner and sit
