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It's been really hard for me to get on AIM as of late. I don't know when to tell myself to take a break. I'm offering all of you the option of a custom. For now this is probably the best way to get to talk to me. Just comment with a request and a little something about yourself.

The flight had been long and turbulent but once I had stepped out in the nice warm air of Southern California it all seemed worth it. An old friend was kind enough to pick me up and give me a ride to my dear Stephanie's parent's home. Seeing all the sights that had been a major part of her childhood caused tears to come to my eyes; I truly had missed her. Fate just played into our hands and she was visiting her family that same week. I love my life in New York and what the city has done for my career, but I sure do miss the warm sunshine like you wouldn't believe. With all my friends heading out this way these days, I find myself taking projects just to see them. The days flew by so quickly and suddenly Stephanie time was over. She was such a loving fellow green sister and drove me up to my darling Kendra's house, without me even having to ask. It's times like those that I treasure above all else. The bond that you have between friends is one that should be strong and very dear to your heart. I smiled and waved until I could no longer see the car and then proceeded to knock on the door. The first couple of times I didn't receive a response and I grew worried that no one was home. That worry grew when there was no answer to the phone's and I could distinctly hear the ringing through the cracked window. I immediately sat down on the porch swing and gave up holding in the tears. I had never been to this neighborhood despite taking projects all over California, and was very afraid. Yes I know, I Julia Kathleen Murney was afraid, there is a first and last time for everything. Just as the damn was about to be broken, my cell vibrated and I glanced down at the message that simply said, "You know the door is open and you can just come right in." I let out a laugh that was mixed with the strain of withholding tears and a feeling of relief. I walked in the door and placed my bags down in the corner and continued to where I heard the faintest sounds of music playing. Once walking into the back room, I stopped and leaned against the entryway wall. She seemed lost in thought and it was then that I realized she had been going through a lot in the last few weeks. The only thing I could think to say was, "Hey stranger." The response I got was something I will never forget. Her thoughts aside she rose from the lounge chair by the window and walked over and pulled me into a hug. It felt so good to be able to hug and hold her once again. Our visits to see each other had become to few in the last couple of years. It seemed as if we both had the same difficulty with coming up with words to say to one another as all she managed to say was, "I've really missed you." I don't know how long it was that we stood there just holding onto each other as if it was the last time we'd see each other. The last thing I do remember was that we barely let go of each other to move to the couch. The rest of that first night was spent in mutual silence just snuggled together on the couch. Each with our own thoughts in mind, but together nonetheless.

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