Home Away From Home

My new apartment won't be ready for another three days and it's been a little over a week since I moved out of my old apartment. For the mean time, I'm back where I grew up staying with my sister. Living with my sister isn't bad. I have a bed, a huge HDTV, and all the food I can eat. But I can see why I don't go home much anymore. I am terribly bored out of my mind.

I still have friends here, but ever since I've moved away to school, we've kind of grown apart. I have my things and they have their things and those things don't seem to be similar anymore. The more I think about it, the more I realize that they weren't really that similar in the first place, we were just familiar with each other. Also, my friends are weird and I don't think they respect me, so why would I want to hang out with people that don't respect me.

I usually hang out with my sisters and their friends a lot when home, but they've both been real busy. My youngest sister hangs out with an older crowd, which is sort a nice switch since I hang out with a younger and immature crowd.

I'm really looking forward to moving back to B-more. I feel like a total bum right now. All I've done since staying with my sister is watch TV. I've gone out a few times with her, but for the most part, I've been in stuck either in front of the TV or the computer or both.

Funny thing. I had a dream a few days ago. The dream was about my new place, but it was awful, and the previous owner had just died and left all their belonging their for us to deal with. So hope that it's just a dream.