Home now...or something called home anyway..

I'm home now. Or something that resembles something that I used to call home in some other lifetime. Everything is very surreal. I have been home for five weeks. Five weeks.

I have spent a lot of time staring at my bedroom ceiling. A good friend told me that it's probably normal and to keep doing it as long as I feel like it, and that eventually I will want to get up and paint the ceiling.. that hasn't really happened yet.