I miss Fayetteville. And I'm not talking about kind of missing the climbing there or kind of missing the people or kind of missing Little Bread or any of that. I miss Fayetteville. I miss the climbing and the people and Little Bread and all the things that make Fayetteville such a wonderful place to live. I also miss the not so wonderful parts. I miss driving in Jon's beat up truck while he rants about "fucking tweakers!" I miss crazy bible belt conservatism (in a surreal, nostalgic sort of way). I miss southern accents (sort of) and people I've never met calling me honey or miss. I miss JRs and Smoke and Barrel and Loren Bates's uncontactable self.
Jon and I went on our first date ever last night and it was wonderful. In typical us style, we spent most of it talking about opening a climbing wall in Fayetteville. I'm really excited about it. We're hoping to hit the ground running when we get back. I can't wait.
Anyway, everyone in the house is up and moving around now, so focusing on writing is mighty difficult.
Love love.
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You think of Fayetteville as home! I love that, and miss you much.
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