Saturday, October 06, 2001
It's good to be home. Nothing beats the feeling that comes from waking up to your dad outside mowing the lawn and mom vacuming up and down the hall. I love this house, I love the people who live in it. This is one place where I will always be welcome. These are the people who don't care if I am fat or skinny, happy or sad. Sweet doesn't begin to describe this. It's good to be home.
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