My empty, well, nearly empty room.
My mom and I are on our way out. Omaha bound.
I'm feeling sentimental. As usual. I always feel this way when leaving. Leaving any place. Even Ryan's apartment in Georgetown for the last time this April. I'm sensitive.
So, it's not abnormal for me to feel this way.
I'm like this.
So, this isn't goodbye, Bismarck Home, this is C'ya Later.
Love,
Anni.
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