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That Home Feeling

Good evening Blog, First- If you know anyone in the military, in any country, tell them about this and please consider it yourself- www.operationcorrespondence.com  Great. THANK YOU. Onwards... Tonight I'm out at the Carpenito's. Lynne Carpenito has just pulled two perfectly baked dishes of brownies from the oven, Joe is working on a robo man model next to me, and Liz Longley is singing "When You've Got Trouble" so sweetly to us via iTunes. It's a beautiful evening to cap a beautiful day out here in Carlisle where the sun was shining warm and the ice cream was sweet and cold. Much has happened since I last wrote you. I've moved into my own apartment in Davis Square! The commute to work is so much easier, I can finally find yoga or coffee shops if I have need, and if I want to stay out and meet up with friends I don't have to keep a knot in my stomach over whether or not the bus will be an hour or fifteen minutes- A train is always ten minutes awa

"Butterfingers" Sounds Like it Should be a Good Thing

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You know that moment when you realize your parents are only human? I feel like I just had that realization about myself. First, let me say that I love my parents and of course had to realize at some point that they were not omniscient or superman. Though sometimes I wonder... To be clear, let's say I'm currently disappointed and frustrated with myself... I'm clumsy. I don't recall ever being so clumsy as a child, or pre-teen, or adolescent or even as a younger woman just four years ago. Over the past five months I've been noticing my uncanny inability to hold onto an object, to button a shirt correctly, to remember important details, to keep from spilling drinks and powders and foods and bags of just... stuff. When did my hands and even my mind become so untrustworthy? When did my body lose register of it's environment, leading me to pinch fingers, bump toes, hit my head on cabinets I thought I had closed? All of the sudden I hear myself trying to convinc