What a beautiful weekend.
Friday consisted of a trip home to Salem, a lovely pasta dinner with friends, some Saab cuddling and warheads followed by some dancing in the street, cookie-making for my friends, games, stories, coloring, and the biggest fort of all time with tons of blankets and pillows inside. Thereapos;s nothing like waking up to a toasty fire slowly burning, homemade cookies on a plate beside you, friendship, and a roof made of blankets. Then on Saturday I went to the pumpkin patch, recorded vocals for a folk band of gypsies, ate a lot of soup, played hide and seek in a Wal-Mart until the early hours of morning, found Christmas, and danced and hugged with my best friend in a parking lot (hook in the nook). Today I had band practice, which was quite superb. Those boys write pretty good songs when Iapos;m not around... Who knew? Then I watched Edward Scissorhands and The Graduate at Gabyapos;s in a sea of stuffed animals while drinking tea.
But you know what the best part of this weekend was? I discovered that home is always the best place-
and that true happiness is effortless.
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