Strange, I've been "home" for more than a month now. I can't say that I've spent too much time in my real home though. As I'm writing this I think it's been about 5 days overall. It hardly seems like home anymore. Of course it still feels comfy, but something's definitely missing. I just can't put my finger on it right now.
Coming home today I've found the strangest appliance sitting right in the hallway. There was this rope suspended from the ceiling which seems to be my brother's new plaything. I just couldn't help not seeing it as a noose, even (jokingly?) toying with it to make an improvised noose.
Life's good on the road.
