[un]packed and [un]ready to go

my séjour at my 'rents is come to an end; in a matter of hours i will climb into the backseat of their new, why-didn't-we-have-this-when-i-lived-here vehicle to drive up to the big city. so ends the few days of my holidaze with family and old friends.

i wrote of the trip down... i think... on the train with my old gradeschool bff ? i'm too tired to halt writing this to look at past entries, but alls good. that was four days ago. tomorrow will mark five days at the old homestead.

my parents are the same as they were.

my sister and her family - crazy as ever. four children/five years.

my brother is, well, my brother. amaznoying as ever

my little sister is nice.

my hs bffs are doing well

two bought a house

one is expecting

i'm happy

my wife--check in with me for further detail--and her family are well

i played mario bros. on wii. frakin wii !!!

all in all, a good trip. but now as i watch the clock tick closer to my etd (if eta can work, why can't etd?) i'm left feeling a bit torn. part of me always wants to rush off back to my life (MY LIFE) away from this place. but another part of me misses is greatly and wonders how my life would be different had i never left, or if i were to move back here tomorrow.

there are many thoughts running through my head, as they oft do. in a mere matter of months i quite possibly could (have to?) move back here. what is there keeping me at my chez moi now? i do like where i live and the friends and really the family i've made there. here's hoping i have <3strings to keep me there too soon one day, but i daren`t rush that.

argh. i should sleep. nay, pack. nay, surf the interweb for a few more mind-numbing hours. i can sleep in the backseat on the way back to my place (MY PLACE).

hic extraneus sum. am i though?