THAT is how many photos I’ve collected on my laptop since last June.
And I’m going to share 7 of them with you.
But first, I want to tell you a story.
I get homesick.
I remember one particular week this past spring semester. It had been a rough few days at college (or so I thought at the time) and all I wanted was to go home.
I was so homesick that I decided to check my mailbox.
Which you only do if you’re looking for even more sadness, of course. Sadness in the form of (probably) a bill from some online thing I didn’t mean to sign up for, or a project with an imperfect grade plastered on it in big red letters… or maybe if you’re lucky (not sadness), a note from home.
AND FOR ONCE, THERE WAS A NOTE. WHAT.