We finally built a fire in Grimsby. It only took me two years. Suddenly realizing that it was Michael and Kiya's last night in Jordan, and that we'd talked about building a fire in Grimsby for 4 months, we knew it was time to do this thing. Luckily for us, since we weren't sure where to get wood, we had a fallen palm tree in the front yard that was skinny enough in diameter that Michael was able to break it up into fireplace sized chunks.
We didn't exactly sing Kumbaya. But we did make s'mores. And we sat around the fire burning things from Jordan that we didn't want to bring home with us. It was very therapeutic.
We didn't exactly sing Kumbaya. But we did make s'mores. And we sat around the fire burning things from Jordan that we didn't want to bring home with us. It was very therapeutic.
The whole time I pretended Michael and Kiya were not really leaving and that I would not really have to say goodbye.
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