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So I'm back in my hometown (where memories are fresh) <-- too much Adele
and things are weird, as I imagined them to be.

Time goes so much faster with nothing to do at home than it does at school. It's already Memorial Day weekend, and this weekend felt like AGES after Syttende Mai weekend. And that was a blink of an eye ago.

This week has been a huge up and down of emotions. Funeral, awesome concert in Chicago (GO CHECK OUT MAE at www.whatismae.com NOW!) Bike ride that makes my muscles ache, lots of lifeguarding...yeah. I feel out of place.
I'm not quite a stranger, not quite a member. How odd.

Is this what a quarter life crisis feels like? I've been having a hard couple of days dwelling on the prospects of the afterlife. As Jesse Lacey rights, "Jesus Christ, I'm not scared to die, I'm a little bit scared of what comes after." That about sums it up and I am really done being alone inside my head freaking out about it.
Because it's been on my mind most of the time the last few days. Talk about wasting time with things you can't control.

What's more of a waste of time? Thinking about that, or not thinking about it? Oy.


My relatives are on the way as a pit stop to our final destination for my cousin's grad party tomorrow. Lots of cleaning. Oy again.