It's been awhile since I've posted. Schoolwork, and my work as a massage therapist, and also a salesperson have kept me spinningly busy.
Oh, I wish my house were nice and straightened. I just made pasta con brocolli and have not yet put the pans in the dishwasher. It was a long day. I had school in the morning, then work at the salon. I have the nicest clients! I love giving massage. It is my joy.
I have some projects to work on. I have a presentation to do for my Portuguese class. Fun. Hopefully, this weekend will give me the time to work on it. I also have an important research paper to work on for English. French class remains project-less at the moment.
I love the fall. I love the way the sunlight glints on the trees. Many of them have lost their leaves, but they still look beautiful. As busy as I am, I try to appreciate the natural beauty of my little spot on Earth. New England has a unique charm. Changing cloud scapes, water that sometimes is my very favorite shade of blue, houses that were gracefully built by long-ago craftsmen all add up to a satisfying vista. It spells home to me.
I have lived on the West Coast, and though it had its charms, it never had my heart. I can remember coming home and breathing a sigh of relief. I love my little down at the heels city. It's comfortable. It's familiar. It's home.
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