Homeward bound

Darn, I'm not going to be in Kingston for the backstreet boys tribute band at Lake Ontario Park. I'm crushed... really.

All lothing of the hicktown roots aside, it has been nice to be home. I've done a lot of shopping, watched the same movies over and over and over and over again and seen some dearly missed friends. It hasn't been the most relaxing visit home, but nice none the less. Spending time with my parents has been really nice and they've been great to me. But I'm excited, because in a little over 24 hours I get to lie down in my bed and cuddle with my cat and see M. There really is no place like home.

HRH