You're all wondering where I've gone, and I will tell you soon. Soon! In the meantime, please know that I have gone to a happy place. A good place. A place where there is joy and love and everything wonderful. And no, I have not actually moved to Italy. (Better than that.)
Dear Nathaniel, I am microwaving pie that Mom bought up in Oak Glen this week on her way home from the orthodontist. As I put it in the microwave, I was full of sadness that I was not in Oak Glen with her. Why did I not go? I was working. I want to see the trees turn. I want to wander slowly through autumnal gift shops. Under the water, you cannot sense the approach of the seasons. Even here it is difficult because, after all, it's California. But I can still sense it. After three seasons in Illinois and one in Scotland, it must be with me for good. Or at least for a while. Because I am all abuzz with eagerness for fall and winter, for turkeys and dried leaves and Santa. I should start cooking again this fall. Fall foods are my favorite. Baked squash dripping with melted butter and brown sugar, pumpkin soup... this year, if I have enough money, I will put together a holiday dinner for my friends. And we will drink Scandinavian mulled wine, which is the most wonderful thing I have e...
But imagine how much more awesome this place would be if you WERE in Italy AND experiencing it!
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Maybe it's a good idea to stay in LB...
Yes!! I want to be in Italy!! Right now!!!!!
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