I’m horrible at journal writing these days.
Right now though, I am in Metuchen, New Jersey. I’m in Marie’s childhood home. We had a wonderful dinner, and earlier I met some of Marie’s friends from when she was a teacher.
Looking back, I hardly know what has happened over the past week and a half. I’ll try to slow down soon enough and really write.
But for now, Marie’s room is so adorable. This entire house looks like the inside of a miniature doll’s house. I always heard New Jersey was the armpit of America. I never knew it could be so sweet.
