I miss Mandy.
I miss sleeping in the bunk underneath her.
I miss late nights in the living room at B22; she’s the one who got me started on my late night laptop haunts, you know.
I miss her bursting into the apartment with a huge grin on her face, ready to sink into the first open chair and regale anyone in the room with the amazing things going on in her life.
I miss her hugs.
I used to miss her amazingly poetic blogs. But she’s back now, so I don’t have to.