Well, I've been home for a month now.
I'm leaving Thursday. I think my family has gotten used to me being here, since sometimes it feels like they don't realize I'm leaving in less than a week. Sometimes it's like I never moved out the first time. I never moved back in, never fully unpacked my suitcases.
We've had some adventures. We went window-shopping at a mall up in Atlanta. I can now say I've been in one of those Anthropology stores. They had some cool stuff, but I honestly don't see why it's necessary to spend that sort of money on clothes. Lennox Mall is ridiculous.
We rooted for Germany in the UEFA tournament. We didn't watch a game until the quarter finals. They won every game until we turned on the tv. Funny, that's exactly what happened in the world cup too. I should just move to Germany if I want to watch the games. Oh wait, I am moving to Germany.
Mostly I've just hung out with my sisters. Gosh, I'm gonna miss them.
I think I got my summers backwards. Normally, people go home after their first year at college, then stay out there and take a quick vacation back home the other years. I stayed at college that first summer, and now I've spent a good deal of time here this summer.
It's time to move on, move out, at least just get out of the house for an afternoon...
I think my left pinky toe tried to commit toe-icide yesterday. I've broken it twice already, and yesterday I unintentionally kicked the piano bench. Always the left pinky.
Home. Home again. I like to be here when I can.
Some days are just Pink Floyd days.
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