home
My mind is still trying to reconcile the fact that I'm home and things seemingly haven't changed (except for the deteriorating health of my grandparents) and the fact that the last four months did actually happen. I woke up this morning (at 5:30am due to that lovely phenomenon called jetlag) and was extremely disoriented, although I remembered where I was. It doesn't help that although I'm in my old bed, I'm no longer in my room, which now belongs to my little sister. The whole day I've been kind of sitting around not knowing what to do with myself slowly realizing that the past four months actually did happen and that those kind of experiences aren't going to happen again any time soon...
On a more practical note, my sister accidentally deleted all of the phone numbers from my cell phone, so all of you who's numbers I had should email them to me so that I can have them again.
On a more practical note, my sister accidentally deleted all of the phone numbers from my cell phone, so all of you who's numbers I had should email them to me so that I can have them again.