Something vaguely sad about the fact that my christmas present this year was my mom asking whether I wanted a check or a gift card. No card. No bow. Just an impersonal personal check. I'm not complaining, because I need the money. It just feels weird, is all. I feel even more detached this visit then ever before. Maybe it's because my life in IN is becoming more and more solid, and I have more there now. Either way, this has defintely felt as strange, if not stranger, than that first visit home when I was in college. Also, I hate the invention of gift cards. It's silly, but there's just something better about opening a real gift, of which I only got two this year. One was our rings, which I love, and the other was from Cari & Justin.
Anyway, I'm headed back home to IN tomorrow night. Tom's gonna hang out at the apartment and wait for me to get home (yay!). I gave him a key. Next weekend we're going to see Cloverfirled (I sooooo can't wait), maybe do a bowling double date with Justin & Cari. So, this is normal, eh? I could get used to it.
I should probably run. Need to clean up. Runnin down to the grandparents with presents, then it's dinner with my other grandma. I'm exhuasted. Don't think I've slept more than a few hours since I got here.
Anyway, I'm headed back home to IN tomorrow night. Tom's gonna hang out at the apartment and wait for me to get home (yay!). I gave him a key. Next weekend we're going to see Cloverfirled (I sooooo can't wait), maybe do a bowling double date with Justin & Cari. So, this is normal, eh? I could get used to it.
I should probably run. Need to clean up. Runnin down to the grandparents with presents, then it's dinner with my other grandma. I'm exhuasted. Don't think I've slept more than a few hours since I got here.
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