Three days.
Three days and I have already forgotten that I live there yet at the same time I have a sense of dread in the pit of my stomach when I realize I only have three weeks left before I have to go back.
Three weeks ago I wrote the first poem I had written since I started grad school in May.
I last posted in my blog three months ago.
Stephen and Ali, now husband and wife, started dating three years ago.
Last night after cracking a fortune cookie in Windermere my fortune read: Remember this three months from now. Good things are in store for you (in bed).
It had better come true.
