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So the long and short of it is I've been home for a week and I only got my bed set up last night. Miah didn't move his stuff out completely till 9:30 Thursday night, and I haven't even really begun to unpack yet. I haven't checked my friendslist in over two weeks, though I'm pretty sure I have dropped in to catch up on those of you I really know, so I haven't totally abandoned you. I have been busy spending time with people up here, so I apologize for not keeping in better touch with all of you. Otherwise, all is well up here. My bed is fantastic and I have great plans for my room, but first I need an hour or two's breathing space and a weekend not filled with people and moving and spending massive amounts of money. I didn't get the job at Meadowbrook Press, and I haven't heard back from the Minnesota Film Arts guy yet, so I'm going to keep looking and hopefully will have something soon. I sprained my left ankle (again!) on Sunday night, midway through a drunken and fantastic evening with Shelby and Sandy, so that's really fucking irritating, but it's less swollen today and I'm keeping off it as much as I can so I can get back up and moving around as quickly as possible. I'm a little unhappy when I stop to think about how much I miss everyone back home (can I come back yet?) and how I left so many things at loose ends, but I'm also glad to see everyone up here and am having a good time.

But I spent last night in my own bed, on my own mattress, under my own sheets, in my own apartment, and if it didn't quite feel like home I'm excited for the day it will be.