When we used to drive to Arizona, I would look back, after hours of driving, and Isaac would be under his blanket, just a big blob in his seat. Apparently some things never change.
Our destination! It seemed like a short trip, compared to an Arizona drive. Isaac's apartment is five miles from the college, in an interesting neighborhood. Everyone drives like a maniac and he is going to be on a bike in that traffic. I am afraid he will be malnourished when he comes home, because I think he is planning on living on ramen.
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