i'm back.

So this is the first time I've returned to Bellingham and not felt that strange.
Usually arriving back to my apartment, I would feel out of place and miss wherever I had been. There were a few times I would come back and cry.
But this time I'm not sad or feeling weird at all. Maybe it's because I immediately saw friends. And maybe it's because this place has become my home.



Also, the only thing I remember from last night's dream is Glenn walking into a living room, returning from a small store, holding two packs of cloves.