04:34:00 Sunday December 28 2003
At long last I have returned home. It is not that I dislike my family. We actually get on quite well. It is just that going to my parents house is a lot like being sent back to kindergarten. At first you get to see all the people you love and sit around and do essentially nothing all day long. However after a day or two you start going stir crazy looking for something to do. After a certain point in your life you just can't go back and be who you were before. I think the weirdness associated with going back to the parents is just an expression of our subconscious knowledge that you can't return to the womb.