Dear Jessica, to you America means: sugary breakfast cereals, big parking lots, and late-night trips to Walmart. The way you embrace the Motherland blesses me, sister.
Dear Stephen and Jessica, be prepared for the biggest bear hug in the history of mankind. (Also, I hope you love my new home as much as I do.)
Dear 10-page Research Paper, you aren't more than I can handle, just more than I want to face. See you tomorrow.
Dear Broken Phone, who knew a power button would be so hard to replace. Resurrect yourself promptly, please.
Dear King of Sweets, $11 and hand fulls of chocolate covered espresso beans later I can safely say the hole in my heart left by my broken phone has been sufficiently filled. I'll see in my next moment of crisis.
Dear Wilson Free Piles, so far you've blessed me with three flannels, two rugs, and a summer top. Keep up the good work.
Dear Allergies, thank you for reminding that Mama Nature rules even when I don't want her to.
Dear Original Potato, get ready for hugs, long drives, and bike rides. Thanks for always being up for an adventure with me. (Seriously, my hugs will be intense.)
Dear Impending Summer, I pray you are hot, filled with laughter, and seemingly endless.
Dear WWC Circus, you make me glad to be at school that celebrates the odd talents of beautiful people. See you tonight!
Feeling grateful and sassy,
Michy