Then on one overcast day for me and a sunny beach day for Julie, she called and announced she had a few job offers back home and she was going to come back. I was finally ready to forgive her, although I told her I did not want to be her pen pal any longer. I would rather hang out with her in person.
A few smoggy days later, Ryan received the big phone call. The People wanted to hire him, but the permanent location was different than we were expecting; we were moving to D.C.
So it came to pass that Julie and I were to be reunited, but only for ten short, grey days.
Ryan and I asked her to spend one of those days with us on a play date. Here are the pictures.
Here we are at Julie's new house, where she is using my vintage library table as a desk.
We ate lunch at the Bun Basket.
With this strange twist of fate comes accusations that I am now too snobby for my home state, leaving her behind to go sailing in my Sperrys. How dare that peasant accuse moi of being too snobby!
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By the way, here are some Sperrys Julie can buy me for my sailing trips.
Also, wanna be pen pals again?