"Home in Massachusetts..."

I has camed home.

It is very funny, a very funny feeling, to feel like you belong to two different places. I wanted to see my Mama and my Daddy and Maria so, so badly, and I missed my own house and my room and my streets; and I didn't want to leave Tim and Mom and Dad and mhari ever, and my couch bed and my little wooden stool in Manon's room. On the train between Philly and Harrisburg I felt so lonely and desolate I couldn't even describe it, between two homes and in neither of them. I didn't even know which one I wanted to be at. I just wanted to be home. Both places are home.

But now I'm back in PA with the gardens and chicks and turkeys, who have grown up into cockerels and pullets and lovely poults, all rangy and awkward and teenage. Maria showed me all seventeen hundred of her bean plants: that is, beans and beats and broccoli and carrots and peppers and tomatoes and corn and squash and cukes and watermelon and onions and garlic and everything. It's all beautiful and growing wonderfully. She's so proud.

I'm so proud of her. That's well. My good girl. ♥

Mama cut her hair; she looks lovely. Daddy liked his book. I'm very glad.

I still haven't finished unpacking, though, because looking at my things makes me miss Manon. I will do it eventually.