Friday afternoon my Father and I packed up my Ottawa life, and Saturday morning I left my semi-permanent residence.

So now I'm at home, which feels weird and yet oddly normal.

I'm already pissed at my Mother, and she's pissed at me. Ahhh, home!

There are random piles of things everywhere, and it looks like the closet exploded in my room. I can't walk 3 inches without stumbling over something, and the dog can't figure out if he's happy to see me or mad that I left him.

Tomorrow afternoon I have a job interview with the Billy Bishop Museum, which I hope will go well. I was supposed to have an interview sometime with Grey Roots, the new archives/museum, but the arse never called me back like he said he would. Thanks, buddy.

But I suppose all in all it will be nice to be home for a few months. I'm sure in a couple weeks I'll just be hoping to go back to Ottawa though...