I wanna go home

I know - I moved back a few months ago - and I'm here right now, sitting in my parent's living room, typing this entry from their keyboard. But sometime between here and there this stopped being my home and became my parent's house.

And I want my stuff! All of my stuff! Some of which I haven't seen for nearly two and a half years! I know that I'm not really all bent out of shape about possessions, but I really do want all my stuff -- my books and all my clothes and my dishes! I want it.

But I suppose that's not really what I'm whining about tonight. I suppose this latest installment of bitching is about not having my friends around me. I'm a family person, and when I left my family I started building a new one -- and now I've left them, not talked to some of them at all in over five months. I guess that it really hit me over the holiday, that it's as if they were never there.

and I'm feeling a little alone.


ugh - I should just go to sleep now. Monday is fast approaching and we all have to go back to hell work tomorrow.

so even though I couldn't call -- I miss you.
-d.