I fell in love with a neighborhood this weekend. It felt so perfect. I realized as I was walking through, it was the smell of these blooms doing their magic. The intoxicating olfactory memory carried me to the backyard at my grandparent’s house. I really am craving roots and a home. I am craving long term and community. Some day my house will come.
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