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I thought coming home would be like a return to normal life, but it's not. Actualy I just feel awkward and confused a lot of the time. I find myself coming home early, and knitting, just me and my headphones. Chris isn't here, and that makes everything seem different and unreal. His parents moving to New York sucked, in a big way. If you were here everything would seem better to me. If you're reading this, I want my C&R days back, of Dungeon Seige and Kottenmouth Kings, and all the other dorky stuff I could only do with you.