by Brittany Jacoby
It's our last day in California and I'm anxious to get back to our prairie-land life. I miss the rolling fields of Nebraska and our big, beautiful oak tree. I miss our rickety staircase and that wild, mangy dog that harasses the too-patient cat. I miss our drafty kitchen and the moody walls in our home.
I miss the rolling fields of Nebraska and our big, beautiful oak tree. I miss our rickety staircase and that wild, mangy dog that harasses the too-patient cat.It has been a lucky and languid month of continuous travel to see family and friends that we just don't see often enough. I am so very grateful for the company that November allowed us, but now it's time to enjoy this last breakfast on the west coast and find our way home.
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