you said you’d like to live in virginia. oh, how i could see us among the old buildings and tulip trees, driving down to savannah, georgia for spring break to see the spanish moss and the gorgeous houses that you told me looked like they were all squished together, or up to boone, north carolina, where i swear it’s fifty degrees year-round
wherever i end up i hope you’re there too.
we could take the commute to dc and we could name our kids after presidents like your brothers.