Jun 13, 2010 01:06
It's bizarre to be back in a room that I haven't been in in over six months, that hasn't changed. A room that is arguably less home than a white box in south side Chicago. I looked out the train window this afternoon, saw mountains, and did a double take. I had a decent conversation with my brother, I haven't argued with my parents. Everything is both (obviously) familiar, but not normal. I don't know how to go to bed at 12, how to be quiet and handle an empty/dark house. It's 1 am and I'm antsy... there's no one to distract, no one to visit, and no tv to watch or work to do. It may drive me crazy by the end of the summer.