Please come soon. I know that you are close. Less than two days away. Two classes. Two meetings. Several readings I'm going to skip. One flight. Two states away.
I really cannot wait to be home this weekend. And yet there is still a little part of me that is still filled with dread. Here's hoping that the dread disappears the minute I step off the plane and that my sickness knows not to cross the border into Illinois.
Cause seriously, if I am sick this weekend, it will not be okay.
love,
hannah
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my dad says - it's all mental - you just have to believe your not sick with all you have inside - and you won't get sick.
but the more you say i don't want to get sick! rather than i'm not sick (or even better i'm well!!! to think in terms of positive word usage) the sicker you will become.
who knows.
i generally say - i don't want to get sick - and then reach for the orange juice and take long naps...
but sometimes that doesn't work! and life is just frustrating.
.... i'm doing all this rambling in the form of a wall post to say two things: 1. i hope you don't get sick
2. there are no words for how much i wish i could be home with you this weekend.
no words. it makes my stomach turn over just thinking about it... ak.
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