First Impressions, All Over Again

back at the ranch. unpacking, making my room beautiful, listening to norah jones, unrolling my new ikea carpet that's just the way i like it. listening to the hustle and bustle of people across the hall, moving in, dragging boxes, perspiring, cursing, even.

my own oasis. my room will be much more of a sanctuary this year. i'm not as concerned with being liked or appearing normal anymore. it will be my home. i know just what i'll do with mimi and papa's check; i'll get beautiful things to make it a home. i can just hear mimi exclaiming over how much she would like it, because she was that kind of person.

thanks, carolyn; so much.

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