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These pictures were from a Christmas SIX YEARS AGO! Time truly is a mysterious, wide thing. I cannot believe time has a grip on every human being with the same literal logistics, but is experienced so personally and distinct. Time may be what one wants more of, time may seem like a curse, time might be filled with distractions, or with eternally significant events. Anyway, on Fridays I don't have class and I'm already going to NYC on Sunday, and I don't have much homework. So I decided to come to the library and see what rabbit hole the computer brought me in. Today is my mom's blog. I've been down memory lane with the blog a few times already since I've been here. It is sometimes overwhelming and I usually shed a tear or two. It makes me really, really, really grateful. I look up words my mom used that I didn't know, realize how happenings years apart can actually relate, am reminded how things always work out. I am a student of time. I am so grateful I

Mom: “We don’t talk about Ruby now. She is dead to us.” Kid I babysat: “Did you know drinking cold hot chocolate gives you freckles?” Caelan: “Do you know what I dreamed about?” *I guess “Jerry. My lizard. But he died.” *I ask ‘How did he die?’ “Starvation. I loved him. But I kept forgetting to feed him...” Ethan: “My definition of camping is a time you can experience being poor.” Caelan: “If you burp indoors, the ghost of George Washington will haunt you.” Tizzy and I jumped on grandma’s tramp yesterday and my mom came out to take pictures of us both bounding up to the sky. Tizzy looked at one where I was super blurry and said “This one is perfect! I’m not blurry at all!” Hahahaha. She’s the most adorable narcissist. Tizzy: “Golda! Who do you think is better at rollerblading? Me, or my imaginary friend?” *Rollerblades across the floor

 My friend Scarlet who had the most adorable British accent and became obsessed with talking to me and being my friend. We got off the old-fashioned way, with the staircase leading down to the open runway, instead of straight into the terminal. At the end of the staircase Scarlet was looking up at me laughing. WELCOME TO LONDON!  I fell in love with these Love Bars while in Hong Kong  The buses are just like HK! Amy and I lived in West Point together on our missions  The Elgin Marbles! My humanities professor had me take a picture of them. So many of the things I saw are things I've studied in class! In person > Powerpoint  Asian stuff!!!!!!!!!!  Listening to the song of angry men....  Made us so happy.  Reunion with Victor!!  Kensington Palace. I think. Despite Amy being Welsh and Victor LIVING in London, we were quite lost. hahahaha  Harrod's. *cue Angelic aah-ing  I al