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Sep 25, 2007 22:28

Dad is at home (homehome, not CA-home) and he showed us video, and I need to get back there. Ten months to go...

I don't need to put any effort into it, and after two months of being away, I can smell how my bed smelt (nothing specific, just kinda dusty cloth). I can feel the surface of our kitchen counters under my palms whenever I want to.

I never realized it before. Now all I want to do is press my head into my bedcovers and open the window above, and run my hands along the wall with the ripped-out paint in the places tape has been in.

Home sweet home.

homesickness

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