So last week was thanksgiving. Which frankly rocked. I saw my friends and family, played with my rabbits and went shopping with my dad. I even did a little work. It was great. I sometimes forget how nice it is to take a break. And it helps me remember why I love being home. I have parents who love me, siblings who I now get along great with, and and aunt who is a lot of fun to talk with. And Albany isn't too bad either. :-)

My friends at home are different then my friends here. Not in a bad or good way, just different. It's the difference in knowing someone for most of their lives. My closest friends from home have known me for at least 15 years. We grew up together. And while I have made some of my closests friends after I left home, there just something special about childhood friends.

Today was my last class of the semester. Surprisingly, although I am mildly sad/elated that classes are over, it went without much fanfair. Interesting, since last year it was a HUGE relief, and we all went and partied. This year it felt like just any other day. I wonder why? Thoughts for another day, I suppose.