I'm at the internet, and I keep saying this will be the last time I hit it up before I move away, it seems the addiction has flaired up again. I'm reading emails, and I miss you all. I get the Star Tribune in my inbox and usually delete, but today I read it and ache for home. I'm about to undertake the next leg of a journey of a certain solitude, and I'm hesitant to walk away. It's like every goodbye I've already said, magnified. I'll leave this group of people I've come to love, and in doing so, again feel the distance between me and all of you. I've come to think of this expereince as a new tattoo, painful at first, with the promise of a permanent lasting story and beauty that cannot be created any other way.
I miss you.
Jen
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