Nov 26, 2006 22:50
I love being back. Home was pretty amazing, and it was nice to see everyone, but there's something about coming back to my place. It's nice to be in a place where my trashcan overflows with cheap alcohol bottles and top ramen wrappers, as opposed to expensive wine and fancy food. I don't really understand the attraction, but I do know that it feels right. I felt like a guest in my own house, but not in a bad way. I just wasn't part of the routine anymore, just as they weren't a part of mine.
I guess that makes this home afterall.
I'm only a little afraid of what that means.
family,
college