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August 21st, 1981
A week of horrendous work has ended and I find myself now sinking into a bubble bath in Washington D.C. This house is like an old friend; I’d nearly forgotten how much I love it. Wendy was in New York working today, and I picked her up in a taxi at 2:00 and we went right to the airport. We got on the next shuttle out and within an hour we were sitting at the picnic table shelling butter beans for dinner. It’s so wonderful to be with John and Wendy and to have all the pets scampering about and to have an entire week stretching ahead of me to relax and unwind and experience the love I feel for these people. They are my family and it feels like I have come home.
This house was home for me longer than any place in my adult life. I was most happy living here with Wendy than any other time in my life. I sit at the desk in John’s study which was my room and look out at the twilight street splashed bright with car colors lining the curb. Tranquility and clarity.