driving in the rain makes me ache for a home that i can't even remember, outside of the lens of being eight. i want to pack up and go to the northwest for a weekend, even if it is still cold. maybe it will just remind me that i don't need to miss it that much. but gas is probably cheaper there too, so we will see.

but i have literally been packing boxes for a lot of today, and that is always a nostalgic thing to do, because of finding old letters, and photos, and art projects. also, i took three whole weeks off of work, starting june eighteenth, so here's to counting down to that.