wtf mate.

so im doing what i do every summer before i go back to school...cleaning my room. only this time its different...instead of just shoving everything back into my closet that im not bringing to school, im packing everything up and storing it in the basement. as im doing this im realizing something...my home is no longer my home. it is my parents home. i have been in ytown for like 9 days and i have never felt so out of place. and i realize as i pack 15 years of shit up into boxes and bags for storage that within the next 5 years this literally will no longer be my home; my parents will sell it once my brother goes to college and either buy a small condo (complete with a foldout couch with a bar in the middle so as to deter david and i from staying for long periods of time) or buy a winebego and just be nomadic for a few years (its my parents' dream, and knowing them i would not be surprised if they actually did it, but thats more likely to be within the next 10 or 15 years)...

i guess i for the first time really feel the real world approaching. the thing is i dont know what the real world has in store for me or what i have in store for it. we just have to wait and see now dont we.