Day 3
We arrived home, finally, finally. Our longest drive yet (over eight hours.) Much drama. A locksmith was summoned. Songs were sung. Stairs climbed. Things, or objects, rather, are missing, but I am here with a full heart and my very own traveling hero.
My baby breathes snuffily in his own bedroom now and I'm too wired, my head full of overlapping lists. Each room is painted a different color. I like that.
I should eat something and rest, my mom told me when I called her, rattling off lists. I'll get right to that now.
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