Home. Hmm.

I think I am at the age where coming home is not all that enthralling. Not that it ever was that enthralling over my college years, but, well. I suck at articulating my thoughts. Basically, I like to come home to enjoy the food, be able to cook, sleep and not think about school. But what I do in my free time? Nothing. Or sleep. Or see friends of course, which is usually the highlight. But I'm at the point where it just gets boring after a certain point. And then I just want to go back to school. With that said, I think it's time I go to sleep. I still have not fully recovered from having flu during the finals.