Homeward bound once again, and once again it shall take me a little longer to get home.

BUT! There’s no hot water there yet. I don’t know if I could do this much longer. Home’s already a cold place, and a place where we can’t do any dishes or take a shower isn’t a home. It’s a third-world prison, with xboxs. And my comfy bed. And all my clothes. But a third world prison with inhuman treatment of the inmates.

On a happier note, I’ve seen the place where I’m going to live. It’s nice. Kind of simple and with very friendly people (and hot water), but it’s lacking somethings important. Like tall trees. Tall mountains. Road signs that make sense. Lindsey. I’m going to make it my goal to fix all these things.

But for now, it’s back to the pines and the snow, and the lack of hot water.