Finally, I am home. I was going to be home on Thursday night, but my mom hadn’t packed up any of her stuff so we had to spend an extra night at her school. Yesterday I felt like I slept walked through the entire day, so I slept in this morning (which was, of course, excellent).

Now, sitting in front of my computer I feel kind of lost. Nothing here at my “home” fits right. I’m use to the structure of my aunt’s family: eating at the same times everyday, doing things as a family, having your own personal space and quiet time, and having someone to snuggle down next to in the evening. Here I am alone, completely self-reliant for structure in my life. I’m just beginning to realize how much I truly dislike this forced solitude.