Ahh..good ol' Minnesota...as expected, it is very weird to be home. I wish I had a better word for it; "weird" is overused and not very creative, but it's the best word I can use. Bizarre, maybe. I got home very, very late on Thursday night, immediately picked up Max and started playing with Millie (yay for cats and dogs!). I crawled into my warm and comfortable bed (with a REAL mattress, mind you) and depsite all the comfortable familiarities of home, I was completley unable to fall asleep. Why? It was too quiet. Where were the honking horns, the shouting people, the random crashing sounds that had lulled me to sleep for the past four months? So I'm at THAT point...that point where I actually do have 2 homes. Some things I prefer there, some things I prefer here. It seems frustrating, but it's really nice, because I love being in both places now. I have two homes, and I can be so happy and comfortable in both places.
I love driving. That's one thing that just makes me smile to do here. I could just drive around the highways and greater metropolitan area for three weeks and be completely satisfied with the way I spent my time. I blare Cities 97 and sing. It's quality.
Christmas is tomorrow, isn't it. Wow. That came quickly. It was really fun to see family yesterday at the Schmidt Christmas. Not coming home for Thanksgiving made it seem like I hadn't seen my aunts, uncles and cousins in forever...I suppose for many it had been since June or so. It was fun for me to be able to actually say that I love New York and am happy there...and really mean it.
It feels good to be home.
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