Time: 9:32
I am currently sitting in the Santa Clara library where, at a lack of CAT5 cables and the urge to reconfigure and search for wireless networks, I am without internet. However, since I do have my laptop with me, that will not influence at all upon my writing, as will be evidenced by length of my rants today.
Being back in Cupertino is nice. Being back home is nice. My parents never used heating so, after the weeks with the heating system in the dorms, it took a bit of getting used to. When I got up this morning I forgot and just sort of sat up, not thinking, and I believe the closest translation to the sound I made was "meep!" because, ye gods, the air was cold.
Very well, lesson learned. Tomorrow I'll be more careful when I get up in the morning. Then again, at the lack of library-ness tomorrow morning, perhaps I'll just stay in bed longer until the temperature difference between the Outside and my bed is less than what it was this morning, at seven thirty AM.
Despite of that though, it is still good to be back and know I can sleep soundly throughout the night without worrying who might pop up at two in the morning. The carride needed to get from point A to point B is always the worst--that's when I mope and miss things, but as soon as I step in the door (in Cupertino or in Davis) the feeling disappears. You feel Home. There're memories there. There're little things that make you feel like you've never left at all--that's how you know you're Home.
And it's far too easily for me to call a place home...I think my set range is three days to a week but then, perhaps that's all just as well.
The ducks behind the library, in the Central Park, do not remember me, but I didn't expect them to either. Neither did the pigeons nor the seagulls. However I'll forgive their short-termed memory and dedicate bits of my lunch to them. I wonder if they like peanut-butter....
[edit 18:18]
Yep, spent my first day back in the library.
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