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I have sometimes wondered: had I fully known what it was going to be like to work from home, would I still have pursued a freelance career? What if I could have peered into my future and seen how the years of daily deadlines would almost completely drain my desire to write for pleasure? If I could have understood the isolation, the loss of self, the often-unrewarding long-term homemaker grind, would it still have felt like a dream coming true?

I think so (I hope so). But I do miss writing here. I miss you.

This post is really just here for me to come back to and smile at. Our summer, partially told via Instagram:

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