I've just spent most of the last 14 months at Uni
. During the next few months (I'm not planning my exact movements any further than that), I will be spending roughly 10 days in the place that I still sort of call "home
". Except it's not. I've moved out, moved on.
How did I come to this realisation?
I think I finally twigged when I realised I have much better hardware here than there. I have the cable modem
(current love of my life
...), I have the two systems. I have no longer any need (beyond appeasing parental units
) to return to the place where I grew up. I'd like to speak briefly to my ex (at "home"), but I think I could live without that.
Darn, I'd been meaning to put off the whole "getting old
" thing (not chronologically, but mentally) for a while. Oh well.