I'm finally back. I'm so glad to be back. But it feels pretty strange...

My room doesn't really feel like my room. I guess it really never was or will be since moving out is right back in my face. My roommates called me this morning to say that we're moving up to the second floor, same apt complex, in August.

It felt really funny seeing Babe again last night. He doesn't seem real. He doesn't really seem like mine anymore. It's probably just a feeling (not reality).

I think I've changed a little, and I hope only temporarily. I hope things return to the way things were before I left, more or less. I took down some notes during my vacation, but I'm trying to decide whether to post them or not 'cuz they have a lot to do with my family and my feelings about them. Personal, not very anecdotal stuff.

If something hasn't changed at all, it's work. I gotta go to a meeting now...