I just noticed I've been talking mostly about what I'm doing and not much about how I'm feeling, so maybe I should try. Very simply-- and aside from Georgia's you-are-sweating-the-second-you-open-the-front-door weather-- I'm very very happy to be home. Occaisionally it still scares me to be living on my own but this is not one of those times, and even if it was I'm ecstatic just to be with Matt again. Right now my own plans are under my control again, but there's still a lot of stuff that isn't. It's a bunch of things, both little and big, that I am currently trying to work out or am expecting to work out or am waiting for other people to work out. I have a wall clock for the living room that needs a single AA battery which I don't have; I'm almost done decorating the foyer but have to somehow hem the tablecloth there myself; my schedule for this semester is set except for a single class I need to get into; I can't find the new box of contacts I picked up before leaving NC and the box of colored ones I ordered has yet to arrive; I need to set up my monthly appointments with the health clinic; I'm waiting and hoping for interviews with the places to which I submitted applications; I have a lot of cleaning and unpacking and sorting left to do. Having things up in the air bothers me, but on the other hand I'm doing as much as I can so I know there's nothing more I can ask of myself. I really shouldn't be worried about this. In a week, most of these things will probably be resolved.