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Here I am in Trying to Come Home

  • Jan. 6, 2018, 8 a.m.
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I don’t really know what to say. I’m starved for what I once had, though what I once had was no good. It’s pointless to have a sappy, wistful journal at this point in my life, so here goes my shot at the present: I’m a nursing student and RV enthusiast before my years. I’m a bargain traveler, lucky enough to grace the east and west coast beaches. Most times I’m hopeful and eager to start this new chapter. Just one more year of school and I’m out of here; thank goodness for getting me this far and keeping me going.


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