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Still feeling the homesickness. It's strange to feel so discontent all the time. It's been a while since I've felt like this. Kind of restless and angry. I actually priced tickets to Spokane for this weekend. I imagined myself jumping on a plane early Friday morning, driving down to one of the beaches in Clarkston or Asotin and just reading on the beach for two days before jumping a plane back home to my loving family. I remember the goose poop and the fact that it's only 30 degrees there, but I don't really care. I'm still so tempted. My legs shake at the thought of it.

Can I spare $600? Probably not, but it's so tempting.