listening to music that reminds me of driving around ithaca when we first got there (joshua radin, a fine frenzy)
looking at my friends' blogs who are still there that tell of their ithaca adventures
thinking of wegmans
thinking of my wonderful, priceless friends
thinking about the kids' friends
seeing things that we bought there... books, clothes... anything
thinking about driving around the bend on highway 13 and seeing cayuga lake shimmering in the sun (or frozen), and the view of the hillside beyond the lake changing with the seasons
thinking about how i'm going to miss out on ithaca's breathtaking fall
thinking about how some of my best friends lived within 100 yards of me
thinking about how all i had to was step out my front door and walk around the back of our building and it was a constant party
thinking about waking up to the really, really loud birds because we lived next to a bird sanctuary
and even though it had its bad parts (winter), all i can remember is the good.
a broken heart. that's exactly what it's like.
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You need to come to san fran with us. We are going in March. You must be there.
no more posts about ithaca...deal? it seriously makes me too sad. i'm going to miss fall there so much...and even winter too. p.s. i was trying to vote for simba but my login didn't work. but perfect animal!
I miss you, Robin! I wish you were here in Ithaca to share another year.
Well I've only ever driven through Ithaca, but I'm mostly sure Ra Cha Cha (that's rochester) is very similar. I think when Jeff got an offer here after law school and we finally decided to take it, I cried my ever-lovin' eyes out. I reaaaaallly didn't want to come. But now I'm here and it has taken me by surprise and I never want to leave, and what I'm trying to say is I feel for you.
But what I'm also trying to say is that Florida winters are a blessing from a wonderful God up above, so wipe those tears and wear a light sweater in February in my honor.
I'll get snow in my boots in yours.
oh and p.s. if you ever come back for say, like pageant or something- the playroom is all ours...and your husband's and four children's.
Hope you like tight spaces!!!
ha ha ha! Robin + Ithaca. (wiping tears from eyes)
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