It was really nice going home. I got some Imo’s and Hunan Star Sesame Chicken and Lemp Mansion brunch and mom cooked some, so the food was great. And I slept through an entire night for the first time in a month. There is just some vibe about New York that is not letting me sleep. Oh yeah, and I got to drive my car around. That was wonderful. Mostly it was just nice to be back home with my family, though.
Still, it was a little strange being there. It almost felt like the last month didn’t happen, and it was hard to reconcile all of these feelings. I’ve pretty much stopped trying to make sense of things anymore. I look out the window and see New York, and that doesn’t really make any sense to me, but I’ll just go with it and pretend it does for a while. It is a weird feeling that I’m not really able to explain, and I think that is why I haven’t been writing very much. Maybe moving to a new place should be filling me with all of this stuff to write about, but instead when I think about trying to explain it I just feel blank. Maybe it is all just too much.
So that’s about it. I’m still hanging in, and having a good time, most of the time. I don’t know what else to say right now. One of these days I’ll post something that isn’t New York or moving related. I guess there isn’t much else in my head right now.