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11:38 a.m. - Dec. 07, 2006 I don't want to get my hopes up too high, but I often fantasize about returning to my hometown. I miss it. I miss my friends and family. I miss the amenities. I miss the Heights. Living here, for the first year of Henry's life has been good for us. It's helped us to establish our family without any outside influences or interruptions, so to speak. We haven't had anyone but oursevles to rely upon. There's no one to babysit so we can go to the movies. There's no one to come over and offer a break when we need or want one. It's been tough but also very rewarding, knowing that we can and have been doing it all on our own. But also, living here makes me so homesick. Here, there is no where to go. If I take henry on a walk, the only place there is to walk, from the house, is around the neighborhood. No groovy main street to enjoy, no funky shops to peruse, no friends to visit. Even the mall here sucks. The two gems here are 1. Our beautiful house and 2. The local zoo, in melbourne. Other than that, there are a small handful of restaurants worth eating at and no galleries or museums to speak of. It is dreadfully boring and ridiculously small-town. We are ready to go. Fingers crossed. Fingers and toes. :)
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