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| from a book I found one day over the summer while traveling through Georgia |
In eight days I will be getting on an airplane.
Seven hours from then,
I will arrive in Portland,
thus marking the end of my three and a half years of being nomadic,
and the beginning of something new,
in an apartment I have never seen in person,
in a place I can hardly believe I will soon be calling home.
I am at once excited and exhausted just thinking of it;
but I am certain that it will be the beginning of something wonderful.
