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Hey Amy
Hope this letter finds you well. It's been a wild ride on this colonial adventure without my partner in crime. You won't believe the extra hats I've been juggling – farmer, chef, handywoman – you name it!
Mornings kick off with a farmyard symphony of clucks and moos. Feeding those critters is practically a cardio workout. Then it's straight into the kitchen, wrestling with flour clouds and stubborn dough for the day's bread. The laundry dance follows – no fancy washer here, just some good ol' elbow grease and a riverbank.
The cherry on top? Repairs. Let me tell you, fixing a leaky roof with no Mr. Fix-It around is a real test of creativity. I've become a regular DIY queen.
Nights? Oh, they're a lonely concert of creaky floorboards and eerie winds. No bedtime stories, just the lullaby of distant cannon fire. But hey, it's not all doom and gloom. The silver lining? I've perfected the art of talking to plants – they're my new best friends.
Sending you all the colonial chaos and hoping to swap stories soon.
