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I'm home. There's much more to this story, but there is a persistent canine awaiting attention (*lap lap lap from the toilet in the background*).

It's 4:45am and I'm going to be kicked out of the dorms at 10am after being rudely awakened at 8am by a fire drill (shhhhh, I'm not supposed to know). I should probably start packing, eh?

A lot of people look forward to going home and being in their old room. While I do have a room at home, it's not really anything to look forward to. I know some people still have things left in their rooms: posters, childhood memories, whatever. My room is void of such things. It contains merely a bed, dresser, and desk. The closet contains a few boxes of my things packed and ready to be shipped off to wherever I end up after college.

It's not only these things that make my room at home so unattractive. It's right next to my parents' room, so I have to be quiet all the time. If I decide to stay up late, I have to turn off my stereo (forget even turning it down). Then, I get the privilege of hearing my father snore through the wall.

If you couldn't tell, I'm not exactly ecstatic about going home. I usually make it sound worse than it is, but by the time January rolls around, I'll be plenty ready to come back here.