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My journey is an open book, day one.

I started out cleaning all morning after lying around in bed exhausted from the two-day drive.  I didn’t want to do anything.  I finally decided to have a couple of cups of coffee, talked to my very pregnant daughter for over an hour, and discussed with her how I put it out into the Universe that I would like my boyfriend to come to visit me for the last week that I am here and share the responsibilities of that long and grueling drive home with me.  I doubt that will happen considering that he has 2 trips already in the works for the next few weeks.  My daughter is an old soul, and she somehow has this innate and spiritual ability to make things at the flick of a decision abundantly flow her way.  It was worth the try.  I finally mustered up the energy to take a hot bath and start cleaning.  There is an odd thing about homes that are not lived in…  They start to accumulate a strange smell as if the home knows that no one is around to take care of it. Although the remnants of life via
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