Being home is odd. Actually, no. I take that back. Feeling semi-sad when I left Duluth was odd. Granted, I don't know if I was sad to be leaving the town, or leaving the situation. I feel like I waited too long to write about this. It all seems fuzzy at this point. (Or maybe that's just my allergies?) Heh. I don't know. In any case, being home is nice. It just doesn't feel too much like home with all of the boxes littering the floor. I'm hoping to get that all taken care of soon... Once I stopping running around from one place to the next.
On another, semi-related note: I'd like to redo my bedroom. Maybe repaint, buy some new furniture, move some stuff out. We'll see how that goes.
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You should Jackson Pollock your room.
ReplyDeleteThat would be very cool. But I don't know if I have the skill for that.
ReplyDeleteAt least you still have your own room, I don't know if I could call my room mine anymore. It's really more of a storage room that happens to be where I sleep..
ReplyDeleteBut I agree with Jar, pollock it up.