It's a beautiful thing. I'm yelling. Can you year me singing "It's a beautiful day, don't let it get away" like Bono over an adoring crowd? The first day of the rest of my life. Am I being too dramatic? Well, it's the room I've been dreaming of forever. We are not totally done yet, nor are the rest of the rooms cleared out, but we will sleep in this room tonight after a very long, hot summer.
Surrounded by boys my entire life. No sisters. No daughters. Lots of dirty bathrooms. Just speaking the truth, people. In this space, I will shut the door, paint my nails, take way too much time picking out what to wear and play "Sense and Sensibility" in heavy rotation.
That would be fantastic!
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