Standing in my kitchen. In my underwear. Singing,"Bring It on Home to Me." Loudly. While ironing my pants.
My roommates are out. And I am getting ready to go to a dinner party. It is being hosted by the one person here I have actually befriended on my own. Sort of. And while I am genuinely excited to go out tonight, I can't think of another time when I have been more homesick for Washington. For my old apartment. And for my old friends.
I haven't stood in a kitchen in my underwear for over four months.
As I wipe away a tear, I laught at the ridiculous crap I miss. And the nonsense that makes me realize I miss it.
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Should we be expecting a related post on "Pics by Nic"?
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ah, the imagery
I was thinking along the same lines!
i hear ya.. life's funny that way!
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