Well, after overstaying my welcome for a month and a week, I’m heading home tomorrow.

That’s harsh.
This is my house too, but it doesn’t feel like it sometimes.
But, that’s okay.   Sometimes, Mom’s house doesn’t feel like I belong there either.   I’m loved at either place.    That’s more I can ask for.

I don’t think I ever fully unpacked from the failed trip last weekend.  It won’t take but a minute to toss the computers into the backpack.

Again, feeling conflicted.    Yadda, yadda, yadda.
At this point in my life, I don’t think I’ll ever not feel conflicted.  It’s just the way things are, apparently.

The local mall has opened.   Sorta opened.
The mall itself is open.   A few stores opened in the middle of the week and there were a few more today.    But, more importantly, there were people.   Actually, quite a few more people that I thought would be out.

It’s encouraging.   People with masks, without masks, comfort animals in tow.
They were standing in line to get into jewelry stores (of all places) because the allowed only a limited number of people inside.

It was… it was good.

We’re finally heading in the right direction.