I haven't slept in 21 hours, and I'm feeling pretty loopy. And by loopy I mean ridiculously in love with everything- the sun that's currently rising, the barn across the street, the mess all over my bed, my best friend who's asleep in her little house on Main Street, the boy who will be waking up for work in an hour. I'm in love with the past, the present, and the future. And my mother, who has been the only one to know me during all of my past, even before I was born. Whenever I get into these crazy sentimental moods and realize the beauty of life all over again, I just want to capture everything in words, photos, and little souvenirs - like receipts and dried up flowers placed into books.
I keep taking pictures like this one, pictures of places I've seen my whole entire life, just in case my memory one day proves to be fallible:
Even though I'm only going to be 30 minutes away, I feel like once I leave, coming home will never quite be the same again.
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