holy crap. i just flew out here, and now it’s getting later and later on saturday night, and after a hearty breakfast tomorrow morning i’ll be on my way again. sure, it’ll be nice to get back to my life and things in LA, and to a place where i have people to talk to outside of my immediate family. still, i would much rather that i had friends around here, so it made it more bearable to stay here for longer, and i could spend more time with my parents, whom i never see anymore.

i guess that’s what happens when you grow up and move out and all that, though. it’s just that when i come back, even though it’s fantastic to see my family again, i’m also reminded of how clearly i’ve moved on. it’s not a terrible feeling, but it does sort of hit me with a bit of wonder. i’m getting to be a grown up.

rapid subject change — i’m in the back corner room of the house that has the computer in it here. the dog just came into the room, went straight back to the corner of the room where there’s a cardboard box half-filled with stuffed dog toys, sifted around in it for a second with his nose, and picked something out and carried it back out of the room. it’s like he’s a little kid sorting through a toy chest. how cute was that?