Home for the holidays.

Three and a half months ago, I moved out of this house...1 hour ago I set foot back in it again. Since the semester's done, I'm spending the month up here for the holidays.

I have to admit, it's kinda weird how much it feels like I never left...at least, that's how it felt right up until I walked into my old bedroom. Apparently my mother decided to redecorate in there, because it's a whole different world from what I left. D:

Still, good to be home.