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This post isn't about black cats.
There are really no stories to tell from today.
We ate breakfast (you can guess where).
We went to a stadium to walk around their store and bought nothing. Their team is out of town so we won't be going to a game this week.
We sat at the house. Sean did computer stuff. I chilled.
We went out to dinner (you might be able to guess where).
We're back home.
More of the same tomorrow.
That's a lot of what life is like when we come to Fayetteville. As I've said before, it's comfort food. We're content and have fun even if we do the same stuff every year.
In fact, we were asked about South of the Border but we've already been for this trip.
But we just do our thing. We go to the stores we like and eat the food we like at the restaurants that we like and we laugh and we drive around and then we leave.
It works. That's just us.
Do I miss New York or Connecticut? A little. Sure, we miss Rascal but we have plenty of cats to keep us company here. And, sure, we miss some people back at home. But my desire to get home will intensify on the final drive.
Normally, that means when we hit New Jersey.
See, being here means people can randomly call you "darlin'" or other terms of affection. And by "random" I mean the waitress at Waffle House.
Southern hospitality is a real thing.
Yes, so are the politics of the south. That being said, I haven't encountered the "'Murica" that you would expect. The radio isn't boring for what it's worth.
But, for now, things are just fine in The Tar Heel State.
We're here for the right reasons and our last full day here is tomorrow.
Time flies.
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