—   There’s a huge, huge, HUGE, difference between 24h and 48h deodorant.  In Indiana, I was using Dove 48h.   When I went to Florida, I started using Lady Speed Stick 24h protection.  Yeah… after about half a day outside, I started smelling pretty ripe and it wasn’t even that hot outside.

—  A Starbucks mocha expresso costs $1 – more – at the USF campus than it does in the Tampa airport.  I can’t quite figure this one out, but whatever.  You’d think the airport would be more expensive since college kids could just go off campus but – nope.

—  I still don’t like eating in front of other people.   For some reason, it’s innately embarrassing.    It was at the House and still is even among the people I know.

—  Sweet Tomatoes might be the only all-you-can-eat that I feel sort of comfortable with.

—  Sneezles still likes me.

—  Although it about made my feet fall off, I know I can walk 12.5 miles in one day.

—  The difference in the price of groceries is just insane.    Milk in Florida was $3.79 compared to the $1.97 in my home state.  HOWEVER, I could get bogos for popcorn, oatmeal, soup, and other items there that is unheard of here.  The prices in Florida might be a nickel or quarter higher, but getting one free evens out the playing field.  Still, the price of milk.  Dern man.   There’s no cows in Florida.   Milk must be imported from California or something.

—  I still like the beaches and parks.

—  I didn’t become anxious or have a panic attack when left alone in the house, like I thought I would.

—  I had really good taste in clothes.   I can’t wear them cause I’m four sizes too big, but I still like them.

—  I’m really undecided if I want to live there again.   It’s a beautiful state.  The houses are pink and have those crappy flamingos mixed in with cheap garden gnomes.   Apparently, I have some people who like me but I didn’t really know until all this happened.  There’s no snow that far south – yet.   But, it feels alien.  Strange.  I don’t relate to people very well and can’t grow anything in the sand.

But, I was there before.  It’s almost like a past life.  At times, it felt surreal and other times, it was very concrete.   Almost like wrapping myself in an old blanket and the patchwork was falling apart.  Listening to music and filling in the missing notes.

I don’t know.  It’s more scary this time around than last.    I have to think.