I go "home" tomorrow morning for the first time in over 10 years. I have so many mixed feelings about it, but mainly pure joy. I am hesitant to leave the Garden of Eating, just as it is starting to bear the fruits of my labor. The timing could not be worse! However, Roberta is around and she plans on picking the ripe fruit and watering and weeding the garden as well as feed Kitty Claw. Additionally, I won't see Cole for 9 days and that is pretty hard. But he did give me tons of extra hugs and kisses that should last me through the first weekend.
I get to revisit places I have not seen in ages. I get to eat at restaurants that I've yet to forget the dishes and I get to hang out with some of the coolest people on the planet...and do some pretty cool things with said cool people. For example, Thomas and I are going to run an 8K during my visit. I know, I know, who's ever heard of an 8K? Well that's how we do things in Kentucky. Look at that, I already sound like a native again.
'Iffin when I git back and I has me an accent, please don't make fun now, ya'll hear? It'll git back to normal in a spell.
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