I flew back to Kansas today.

I'm sitting in my parents' house.

And it feels as though the past three months are all fake.

Nevermind that I'm wearing clothing I bought a week ago.

Nevermind that I'm wearing the hat I stole from Alex.

Nevermind that I'm wearing makeup that I learned to put on while I was dressing up to go out to PI every night.

It all doesn't matter.

I come home and I'm back to being the irresponsible little kid.

I liked having a life.

I liked having things to do at night.

I'm calling Mel.

Once she has a job for me, I might be flying back to Orlando already. Or Tampa. Whatever.

I like Kansas. I love Greg. I miss him terribly. But I also miss everyone in Florida.

Does it ever get easier?

For once, I'm not going to say "Now that I'm near a computer, I'm going to update more often."

Rather the opposite.

Don't expect anything from me.

That way, you might actually be surprised.