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I haven't eaten such a wonderful meal in weeks. Not since I ate at the clay Pit with Patrick, but that is another game.

Creamy potato leek soup, cabbage, paprika chicken, pork with caraway, rolls, and Live Oak Pilsner beer. The chef had also prepared a fantastic array of desserts. Little pastry puffs, angel food cake and strawberries, chocolate cakes, lemon poppyseed cake, chocolate cheesecake, kolaches, and tiny tarts. She also created as a decoration three giant sugar eggs with little scenes inside. It looked unbelievable. Like something out of a book, or a dream. I've never been to such a meal.

I had such a good time this afternoon.

Turned in my keys to my first apartment today. It's so difficult to describe how much this pained me. I started to cry when I left the apartment for the final time. It was my first, and I fought for that independence. Living there showed me that I could take care of myself, that I would be okay. It was so so so important to me. I have this feeling now, like I want to fun back, throw myself back down on that beautiful grey carpet and stay there. Never leave. Oh God do I miss it already.