Life is overall very satisfying. 

I was talking to my mom over a pita this weekend about how much I've grown up.  This wasn't your typical "I remember when you were this big..." chat, but more of a discussion about how I've become more mature over the past year.  I don't worry as much about what other people think and I don't get NEARLY as stressed out.  Basically, I'm intrinsically satisfied and happy with the choices I'm making, my relationships, my accomplishments and so on.  I feel like I'm really defining myself more and more. 

That's a really great feeling to have.

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Dear Xanga,

I want to apologize for my affair with the very suave and debonair facebook... he is my mistress.  You, however, will always be my lover, my soul mate.  I'll do my best to be faithful from now on, updating whenever I think of something semi-important to say.  Hey, I may even learn how to post pictures!  I'll make it up to you in the future, I promise.

Always and forever,

Rachael

"Parting is such sweet sorrow, that I shall say goodnight till it be morrow."-Romeo and Juliet

Thank you all for all the amazing memories.  I can't even begin to express how much each and every one of you has meant to me over the past year.  I've grown so much as a person because of your help and support.  I can't wait to hear all of the wonderful things that will come in your lives... be sure to keep me posted!  I don't know how to adequately express my gratitude, so I'll just go with the old standby of a simple "Thanks" and a big, giant bear hug.  Please come by room 608 to redeem your hugs!

our playground has disappeared
we are left with toys and thoughts,
memories of our castle,
the dirty rocks below us,
and a game of mud monster.
We will smile and keep playing.
Not on another playground,
because our play ground has disappeared

We still remember. Everytime we wear green, put on chapstick, see a giraffe, spot a butterfly or walk through Maggie's Garden, she will fill our hearts with happiness and rememberance. Crazy, but when I got dressed Tuesday morning, I put on my green track jacket without even thinking about it. I was in a rush, and it wasn't until I did a final check in the mirror that I smiled and cried at the memories of our lives...

The poem was so good, I just had to use it.  Thanks, Andy.