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December 31, 2010
There are thirty-one days in December? I thought I was done with this month, then woke up to discover my folly. Silly me.

It gets harder to feel at home every time I return. I don't quite fit into my group anymore, and because of my husband's job, I can't participate in the more... illegal activities my friends enjoy. It was even harder this time because he came along and watched with a glare he never used to have. Not around me.

I have nothing profound to end this year with, except the hope that it will hurt less.