Looking back, this past week has been rather surreal. It's gotten to a point where I've almost forgotten what it was like when my aunt and uncle were still here. It's amazing how easily I adjusted to living alone, though I guess I mentally moved out a years ago. Imagine how hard it's going to be to readjust once they get back. My freedom, so easily stripped away. I guess it only makes me appreciate this past week even more.

You know what's funny though? My knots? Gone. As taxing as staying up all night has been on my body, I am a thousand times more relaxed now that the house is empty. It reminds me a lot of how life was back in San Diego. I don't recall getting very much sleep back then either, yet I was so satisfied and happy. I'm even beginning to appreciate going to work. Being able to feel comfortable at home can change one's perspective on life so easily. It's crazy.

In many ways though this past weekend has been somewhat of an eyeopener. I've gotten rusty, at the whole friend thing. I can't help but feel awkward at times, though it may just be my paranoia speaking, who knows. But if anything, it's increased my desire to reconnect with my old friends. Even little things like meaningless small talk. I love it.

The only downside of all this is the fact that I've gassed my car three times this week since I've been running around like a madman. The price you pay for having fun. My poor wallet. But it's not so bad seeing how this is a once in a long needed while thing. Like the popular Mastercard slogan, an amazing week with friends? Priceless.