After the worst move out experience, I am home for a week.

I like to not worry and be taken care of sometimes.

I don't actually know how excited I am to live like a real person. I certainly don't want to drive like a real person. Driving by myself is like one continuous heart attack. It's very stressful and I like to avoid it.

I guess I am sort of excited for class. I am mainly happy that I don't have to deal with these particular ones over the real school year.

I am also glad to have time to waste without feeling guilty.