Wednesday 30 december 2009
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So, I'm in Virginia. Tomorrow I will have been here a week. We've been mostly working on the house... painting, rearranging furniture, buying dishes and towels... Not thrilling, but it's so good to
be here in this house that I don't mind it at all. This house already feels like home to me. I wake up every morning and look around my room and am just so happy to be here.I'd prefer a little more
interaction with people my age. Anne's coming in about a week, so that's a relief. I've just finished book 5, and I loved it. My mom wanted to kill me because I wouldn't put it down, and I would
barely converse with anyone. Now I'm sort of at a loss. I'd been anticipating it for so long, I don't know what to read next.Tomorrow I begin planting the garden. That should be interesting. I
wanted to have roses around the gate, but deer eat roses. There are so many deer, so it probably won't work. Irises are nice, too. And we already have daffodills. I love being here because I feel
like it's an escape from reality. It's wonderful to have that.
By ladycriminelle
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