Approximately 2,000 miles within the US, plus a couple transatlantic flights later, I'm back making pumpkin bread in a foreign land.
No pictures, just memories of
a different bed every night, strengthening friendships, writing letters, wonderful hosts, driving my old car, Tree of Life bookstore, Taylor University, BROTHERS, a 10 hour train ride, DayQuil, new clothes, new books, warmer weather, picnics, hotels, numerous cups of coffee, packing and repacking, restaurants, Broadway, and a 1950's themed party in the Bronx.
Слава Богу I'm home.
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