Well, one of the great perks about being in Wyoming. I'm close to home. And by home, I mean Newcastle. Although, since finally creating my own family, I'm not sure it completely feels like home anymore. I mean, it's definitely home and always will be but it's not my family's home and so it doesn't completely feel like home anymore but it's still my home.
We spent lots of time outside in the lawn, Joe spent lots of time in the shop, and we all spent lots of time in the Black Hills with my dad enjoying the woods.
Quincey does not like to leave there and says that she wants to stay all the time. So nice to have my home so close again.
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