Yesterday was a miracle. As I sat at home, loathing the fact that I have to study, I heard the rush of angels' wings. As I looked up, I saw the heavens open and the Lord standing with the Golden Driller, real trees, and a QuikTrip cup. He spake unto me, saying "Josh, cometh home. I shall forsake thee in the land of the heathens no longer. Thou shalt come the place of My dwelling, and thou shalt learn medicine in My embrace. And lo, thou shalt no longer pay for food, parking, or books, for thou shalt receive such blessings in the lands I have prepared for you."
And so, after six years of exile, I am finally coming home. Home to streets and highways that make sense. Home to cheap drink summers at QT. Home to trees and hills. Home to good restaurants with good food. Home to days without obscene wind. Home to life away from SNU. Home even farther away from Zach Herbert.
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I'll always be with you, Josh, saith Zach Herbert
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