January 24, 2012 Tuesday
I used to go to camp every year and live from a suitcase for a week. My mother always laughed at the amount of stuff I would take for just one week. Now I’ve spent the last 6 months living from a suitcase and rolling like a stone from one place to the next. Bouncing like a ball from one grandmothers house to the other. Watching as people grow tiered of having a stranger live in their home.
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