Too much to do to name, clothes strewn all over our apartment, the toilet continues to run, and I keep dreaming I’m in Huntingdon. My small town heart is re-broken. To carry my squashy self and continue on my current path until we are maybe someday redelivered to our true home, I am drinking a lot of coffee and a lot of tea. From my cat mug. Over the course of many days, I have gathered these for you.
Keep it together, Quinn!