I’m at that place I’m so familiar with — the place where it seems as if I’m floating on a river lazily making its way to a point in the distance. Â I could swim and get to wherever there is more quickly, or I can do what I’m doing — Â floating. Â Knowing time will pass and I’ll get there.
And then I snap out of it. Â Like this morning.
Eight days before we leave for the UK. Â Eight. After months and months of planning every single tiny detail, eight da (...)
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