Feeling: Like I'm about to crash into a queen-sized Serta
Listening to: Dispatch - Bats in the Belfry
Reading/Watching: Finishing False Colours before I wrap it and give it to Mom for her b-day. :)

Home. Haven't seen the fam since Labor Day, haven't been in this house since mid-August.

I forgot how straight and smooth the roads are. How wide the shoulders, how bright the streetlamps. It's intoxicating.

I also noticed that I don't really live here anymore. Driving down the tollroad, I literally thought, "I'm visiting my parents' house." I don't even have a place of my own yet (aside from a comfortably cluttered dorm room), but I no longer feel that I am part of this city, much as I proudly claim it when I'm at school (comes in handy when people call me a crazy driver or ask me why I'm a Rockets fan).

These reflections come every time I visit home, it seems. It's both so familiar, and foreign.

But you know what I get a kick out of? That my mom spent five minutes asking about what happened Monday night with Tania, and over an hour asking about Harry.

::Girly giggle:: The apple definitely doesn't fall far from the tree.

Oh, and Pam and Drew saw Road to Perdition without me. You both suck. A lot.

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