Thoughts of the day

I am dreading Sunday... Sunday means back to school. I don't want to go back. sorry Emily. Back to school, to work, to missing people... I don't want to go back. As I sit here waiting on Anthony to come pick me up, I am trying not to think about going back, but it isn't working. The funny thing is that home is so different from when I lived here in high school. So while I love being here, it is as if I am out of place somehow. I no longer know how things work around here. Like did you know my family skypes my Mom almost every night, because I did not know that. When I answer the home phone people seem to be completely confused about who I am or why I would be answering the phone. And my room... I am very thankful for it, but it is not the same room I had in high school. It is a smaller room that I have only spent weekends and holidays in. It is more like a cute purple storage room for my junk than a bedroom for a person. I couldn't tell you what is in my closet right now, and I have no clue what is under my bed, the bed is hard, and the room is always really hot. For the first time in my life I am sharing a bathroom and with a 10 year old boy. A little while ago my dad changed the order of the kitchen cabinets so I am always looking in the medicine cabinet for cereal. And not only that but my family is different... Andrew is in full high school mode, Wilson is at school all day, my Dad has things to do, my Mom is at work, Mac is in Maryville. Home is different. I have never lived here without Mac and though there were many days I wished he wasn't here during our days at home, it is never the same without him. And while I was away Andrew and Wilson seemed to grow up without me. I know it sounds silly considering I have seen them very very often throughout college but it is amazing how much people can change when you only see them once a month. I think maybe I am just noticing all of this because I am preparing myself to move back. The truth is I am moving back to a house that is different than the way I left it and the truth is I am different than when I moved out 4 years ago and I think I am okay with that...