Home Again?

This is so very bizarre. I'm in, of all places, Kingston right now. After having set out on our great Virginia adventure, we stopped for dinner in my town. At this point Daddy decided he was too tired to keep driving, so rather than press on to the border and some random motel, we ended up at my apartment for the night.

So it's the Christmas holidays, and I'm in my apartment, with my parents. Tomorrow we will get in the car and drive away from Kingston -- east.

All these things are just plain wrong. I know I shouldn't be freaked out by this, but it's just all so non-normal.

In other (non)interesting facts about me, I have discovered I am an internet junkie. As we were driving away from home, I was considering the fact that I wouldn't have access to email for four whole days and was becoming quite worried.

Of course, that was before I realized I was simply leaving home to go... home.