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I don't even know if you read this anymore, pops, but I figured you might and if you do I might as well oblige you.
You are getting home from England today, and for that I am jealous and all that jazz. It reminds me though, of how much I want to travel someday. I want to get on a plane with the person I love and just travel around willy-nilly until we get lost and/broke and have to call my loving father to get us a ticket back to America from Timbuktu.
I want to adventure with my children, show them the places in the world that there is still real beauty in. I would say I want to take them around America but I am pretty sure that my dad is going to do that to them.
Elizabeth
