I cannot describe to you how wonderful it feels to be back in Kalamazoo. While the wedding and the memorial went fine, my extended family can be stressful for me to be around. Also, my father and I are not meant to live together. He overreacts and becomes angry over easily resolvable issues. So while I miss my mother, my friends (though the majority of them aren't home anyway), and the country, home is where the heart is and mine has settled (for the moment) in Kalamazoo.

An interesting note: My writing style seems to be rather stiff and formal these days. I'm not sure exactly why. Maybe I'm overly concious of how the writing reflects on me, or maybe writing is the only opportunity I have to use certain vocabulary!