I'm home for a few weeks. Gone are the snowy hills of Maine! Well, I mean, I'm somewhat confident that they are still there, but I can't be completely sure.
Travel was... well... travel. I sat in the airport for 3 hours and then on the runway for another 3. Yesterday was long and boring.
When we finally drove through the good 'ol News, my mom said, "Does it feel wierd to be home?"
And I thought about it for a second, sighed and said, somewhat disappointedly, "No."
What was wierd, or what I really want to say is "disappointing," was that it felt like I'd never been gone.