I'm in the process of moving in with my parents. A rapidly diminishing part of me is embarrassed by this, and as the days go by I find I'm more and more excited about it. Today we moved several large pieces of furniture. I expect to be fully relocated in a week. As I climbed into my lonely bed tonight I realized my bedroom of the last 10 years didn't feel quite like home anymore. I found myself wishing for another bed in another room. I guess this is the right decision, even if it is odd.
School is not going well. I'm having a bit of a rough semester.
