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So I am back at the apartment now. I had been house sitting at my mothers for ten days. All in all it wasn't as bad as I thought it was going to be (in no small part to the company I kept while down south). It is nice to be home though. It feels nice to be in my own bed and (hopefully not tmi) use my own bathroom again. I think the older I get the more of a homebody I become. I really love being in my own space. Especially now, since I rearranged the living room, cleaned up the kitchen, bought new towels for the bathroom and just generally improved my living situation at home. It's really nice. I've been spending evenings (the two I've had since getting back and the few before I left) in the living room snacking and watching TV/reading. This is a pretty boring post, but I just wanted to reflect on how, no matter how much I may hate this apartment, it is home to me right now and in many ways I do love it. I'm comfortable here. I'm happy. Life is good. Have a great evening everyone. :)