It is weird, to be back, in the west. I feel like my personality has changed 9 times for 9 different types of people, and now I'm trying to make it normal again. I drove for 7 hours. Starting at 4 am. That feels very ......surreal. And now I'm back at home, and Jack is here, and the stairs are nice and cushy, and the bed I'm sleeping in is my own, and the paint on the wall is paint that I put there. I just want to smile and be all usual again. Because the usual is nice.