I've lived in a place I call the west for five years now and I'm still not used to it.
On this most recent trip I drove through a corner of Arizona and felt amazed by all the cacti. There were so many! Like five! In one place!
But maybe I just never get used to anything. The first time they took me to San Francisco I stared open-mouthed at everything. I apologized for being the country-bumpkin cousin. They patted me on the head, lovingly, and agreed they wouldn't have it any other way. Thank heavens because nothing has changed.
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I wouldn't have you any other way either!
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