Today we stopped by the market on the way home (no bag, no coin) to pick up a couple things. As we were walking out, we ran into someone we know walking in.
We stopped to chat for a while and it was a weird feeling. Like, the first time since we've been here that I've felt like I kinda belonged, or that things could be a little bit like they are at home.
Of course, since we didn't have a bag, our purchases were clearly visible. Dave, standing there, clutching a box of ice cream bars and a loaf of garlic bread.
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