This reintegration business is tough.
I arrived back home Thursday, but today is the first day that feels even half way normal. I must admit, it's very depressing to return to the real world after surrounding myself with those I love most, and doing what I love most. But, today I decided it was time to pull myself out of the funk and get back into practice.
I am going to miss the hell out of this yard.
William and I had a fairly successful apartment search this past weekend, so I now look at the yard with new prematurely nostalgic eyes. I did suffer yet another piercing related accident, of course. When camping at Hoop Fest, one of the ball closings of my industrial slipped off, and today the hoop pushed the earring back through my ear. FUN. That's the realistically pouty picture up there at number 5. Cyndi thought it was fake pout. Oh. no, no.