I know what it is to be in need, and I know what it is to have plenty. I have learned the secret of being content in any and every situation, whether well fed or hungry, whether living in plenty or in want.
…I miss you. Looking at pictures for a photo contest at work, I realize how much I ache for home. Massachusetts will never be home as long as Washington exists. Usually homesickness does not overtake me like this, but I do miss it; possibly the realization that summer break and Christmas break can no longer provide me with a Washington fix has start to sinnk in. Now I have fifty weeks of Massachusetts to look forward to, snow or heat. I wish I could have appreciated Washington more when I was there. This is a big, nearly-teary sigh.