I have been in NJ for a week and a half. There was nearly zero shock upon re-entering this environment. I guess I’m not so surprised — after all, I have lived here all my life up until April.
It’s the same old stuff.
If anything, my sense of time feels even more warped. I feel like so much has happened over this summer, but it’s almost like nothing has changed outside of Dancing Rabbit. Upon re-entering my front door here at home, it felt like maybe a month or two, not six, that I had been away and was returning. Strange sensation.
Anyway, not too much else to report.
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