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The drive from peterborough back to London only took 3 hrs yesterday, including the 10 minutes I stopped for gas. In a way I felt like I was escaping peterborough, and coming back to what I'm used to and comfortable with. Over the past two years I have had a mixed feelings of both boredom and nostalgia when I visit home. It also feels strange to be away from Dave when I have free time. Maybe it's a sign that I have thoroughly adapted to my new life down here.
It was good though, to visit with everyone (hockeyslave, Chris, my parents, brother, nephew, grandma, cousins and the old neighbourhood).
My parents seem so much more opressive than they did 7 years ago, which seems counter-intuitive given that they should be less so with the time I've been away.
Although listening to mom and dad argue over the price of coffee - dad proudly saved $2 by buying cheaper "no-name" brand, which he claimed was "just as good", and mom berated him for being so cheap when we have company coming over - was kind of funny. They never change.
It was good though, to visit with everyone (hockeyslave, Chris, my parents, brother, nephew, grandma, cousins and the old neighbourhood).
My parents seem so much more opressive than they did 7 years ago, which seems counter-intuitive given that they should be less so with the time I've been away.
Although listening to mom and dad argue over the price of coffee - dad proudly saved $2 by buying cheaper "no-name" brand, which he claimed was "just as good", and mom berated him for being so cheap when we have company coming over - was kind of funny. They never change.