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  • The day started just 5 hours ago for me.
    I put off going to sleep. If I stayed awake a little bit longer, just kept my eyes open just one more hour, I could keep today from coming around. I could just live in a Saturday night forever.
    Instead, I fell asleep.
    And, I woke up on a Sunday.
    I walked around a house I haven't been for a couple of months and realized the emotional history of this place, the cracks in every wall, chipped paint, new paint over old walls, and dent in every floorboard had a story I could remember.
    I started to feel anchored.
    Started to feel myself setting down roots.
    Digging deeper and deeper into something old, something familiar. Then, I realized that these roots were just temporary.
    Two hours from now, I'll be driving back to where I belong. I'll have to rip myself from this place and set these roots down elsewhere.
    It will be hard.
    Like trying to keep myself awake, I'll be fighting instinct. But, it is necessary.
    It's just a part of life, picking up and moving along, just hoping the next place is as good as the last.
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