Home Reevaluated

Home alone... ? Nope, not at all. Just in bed, with my brother and the dog in the other room.

While it is nice to be "home," I miss my bed in Uj. Better yet, I miss all of the various beds and futons that I have slept on at Stanford this past year.

I feel that in my very last night at Stanford as a Sophomore, I was sleeping on an open thing of lip gloss with some house across the street (possibly Muwehkma, though Sigma Chi seems like a better guess) blasting music until about 3 am. Thank goodness someone heard my alarm, or else I would've never been woken up and I would've missed my Super Shuttle, which was 20 minutes late, by the way, 20 minutes that could have been spent more wisely in bed.

And now I'm home, not in my bed, but my mother's bed. I don't really have a bed. My only constant bed is whatever Stanford supplies for me over the school year. Otherwise, I sleep on various other beds for the rest of the duration of the year.

'Home' has become an interesting concept lately.

I think I'm going to go with the thought that home is wherever I feel comfortable. It's where I want to be, and where I like to transport myself when I can (also known as day dreaming to many). Right now, my homes are:
- Stanford
- Ashland, OR
- Rio De Janeiro, Brasil.

There's a good chance that Japan will be up there as well, but I won't know until I get there next week.

I have no photo or feature for today. I'm too tired.

I posted two last time so I think i'm okay.

C:)