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[nolechica]

It's Masters Week, I'm seriously hormonal and more than a little homesick. I'd kill to be able to ditch work and school and head to Augusta and hope to somehow find a way out to the National. This week was the center of my Spring for the first eighteen years of my life and it kills me that I haven't been to the tournament since 2001. My dad has gotten tickets and passed them on to other people when he knows I'd love to go. Spring of '05 was especially painful because I wrote my Senior Seminar in the Fall of '04 about the history of the Masters, including long discussions with Daddy as my paper progressed. However, when it came time for the payoff, he gave the tickets to Emily, who cares nothing about the tournament, other than as social hour, and to make things worse, she left by mid-afternoon. If I'd been in town, I'd have met her at the gate to exchange badges, like we've done dozens of times before, but no, I was left in Tallahassee with no ticket and the same feelings I have two years later. Especially since I felt I didn't need to articulate what that paper was really about to my dad, but apparently I did. Honestly, this is what I miss most about my parents' move, not the new city and house, but the lack of Masters Week having any meaning to anyone except my dad and I.