Homecoming was perfect. I got to see nearly everyone I had hoped to see, and it was rejuvenating and healing to spend time with people whom I love ridiculously. Also good to be seen by those who have known me for some time. There's a lovely, warm comfort to being with old friends who know you well.
A wonderful weekend. Thanks all!
(And Kellie Donnelly, you left your lotion and hand cleanser in my purse. Just so you know.)
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How was the English major reception? Did you all have to stand in a circle and talk about what you're doing with your lives? Any witty professorial remarks?
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