Something About Home

So I finally made it back to SLO. In my room. Contemplating sleep. It was on a whim you know. I received an email talking about a meeting tomorrow at 9am and I was like oh shewt. I hadn't planned on coming back until tomorrow afternoon. I still had a pile of things to do. And I wasn't at all packed. But what can ya do? So I did what I could, had a home cooked meal with the family (mom doesn't cook often, but it's fabulous when she does), took a shower, and got distracted playing with the pup and watching Myth Busters with Jimmy. Did you know...if you interleave individual pages of two phone books together like shuffling two decks of cards, that the friction in the pages would need over 8000 pounds of force to separate? It's craziness. And true.

It's always a weird state of mind whenever I'm home. I keep thinking it's my family that drives me nuts, but I still love and admire them like nobody else in this world. And yet, I feel like I'm so unproductive when I'm home. I spend my time trying to do all the back log items, like cleaning the house, organizing, ridding the computer of spyware and viruses. And I sit in bed and read or do stuff on the computer quite a lot. And nap. I seem to do a lot of napping when I'm home. All in all, I do a lot, and yet I feel utterly unproductive.

On the other hand, I come up to SLO and get one thing done after another. Emailing this, sending that, meetings, study groups, organizing, reading, programing. I don't know what it is. Maybe it's because at home, it's not my space anymore. My room has turned into Jimmy's study room and full of old furniture that I can't do much with. I don't use the drawers, the shelves are full of other books and papers not mine, and the bed frame is taped to hold it together lol. I live out of my bags at the foot of my bed. So perhaps I just need to make it my space. Take back my desk. Get rid of the over heating virus infested computer from my room. And move my college furniture on in. Or just get my own place when I graduate lol.