just can't remember what it was.
Week of Grad here.
Dresses being reworked, to perfection.
Nerves.
Tense people.
No time to enjoy, to bask in the achievement.
12 years done.
Final exams.
She's getting packed and ready for travel next week.
A whole life to pack up into boxes.
Doesn't all fit.
Anger.
Frustration.
Sleep deprived.
I just realized next week is July already.
We are in deep need of holidays.
Haven't spent one lazy evening on the Pergola since we built it.
God help us.
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