My dear readers,
I awoke today with a lateness that quite astounded me, for it was a quarter past the noon hour and rather than breakfast, I found myself lunching with my dear friends. I excuse myself for this fault on the grounds that I had no lessons this day, only self-studies, and my body has not yet fully returned to its usual vigor. In any case, having roused myself with a fair dousing of coffee, I have set myself to the task of gathering together a portion of my belongings and packing for my long journey home. I am quite beside myself with excitement, for it seems far too long since my eyes have rested on the faces of my dear family. I am glad to have thought to pack this day though, for it seems I had nearly forgotten how close the day of my trip had come, what with the bustle of everyday life and studies.
I am sure my beloved home is full of the promise of the coming spring, and fresh with the scent of growing things. The musty halls here have yet to sweeten, but the view from the Tower is fair, the sun having finally set itself to shining. I fear now I must return myself to my dreary books, but I have just recently discovered a most delightful stream of music and will comfort myself with old “Thistle and Shamrock” songs.
A joyful Saint Patrick’s day to all—
~Lady Morewit
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