Steve said there's refuge in corners...
So I'm home. With all my stuff. Have been for a couple days now.
I forgot what a process moving is. I hope "process" there had a sufficiently negative connotation. I wasn't really dreading it all as much as I apparently should've been.
I suppose more than anything else I was just happy to be getting back here permanently and I kinda forgot about what that would entail. I have a lot of things. And a room full of a lot of old things. And an excessively large bed.
I think it's going well, all things considered. I'm making daily progress, if nothing else. Plus my computer's finally hooked up to the internet and I'm on the verge of having TV in here too.
And it's nice. I like how things are looking. But in some ways it just all feels kinda ridiculous putting this kind of effort into something that's supposed to be fairly temporary. I guess we'll see...
