Sunday, March 27, 2011

Dear seder,

I really have come to love seders.  As a kid I really really disliked them, but as I've gotten older I've found comfort in the fact that they never change.  Whether I'm attending a seder in Chicago or Minnesota or anywhere else, there are things that will always be the same. 

It may only be because I went to a seder today, but the first floor of my building smells horseradish-y. 

I just accidentally took a nap.


love,
hannah

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