Home sweet home sweet home.

[aintbroke]

Every single thing I own is spread in heaps across my bedroom floor. I have a lot of stuff.

I failed miserably in at packing theory this move, but seeing as I still have to unpack, all is not lost. (Packing theory in the family of Qai is such that every time you move, you must leave at least half your things behind. This move, I managed to leave only my textbooks, class notes, and some random sweaters. I loose.)

I didn't say good bye to anyone, which is both nice and a little sad. I guess I don't need the closure of being able to pin things to a moment when it ends, but this does mean that I missed spending time with people. (Even if it was only a few seconds.)

Home is cursed by dial up modems, but this is offset by the fully stocked pantry. I have missed food so.

So far, I've seen Dari, user and A_d_ (who will be at school with me next year, which is cause for great joy. He will come see random Madstone movies with me.) and now I am off to harass user who will be leaving us tomorrow morning, and is missing the blues fest.

Where does all the time go? How is it my days are so packed after just arriving? Tov and Angel are coming to visit the old stomping grounds in Colorado in early August- someone remind me to get plane tickets now rather than later.

Also- Ko. When will you be around? I have favor(s) to ask.