Ain’t no sunshine.

I was thinking recently about how there are many enjoyable aspects of my life here. My friends, my brother, my cats, my parents, and just how incredibly comfortable this existence continues to be (big, soft bed—though without my awesome pillow—yummy food whenever I want, a big, spacious room, etc), and even stuff like driving by myself at night listening to music and singing along really loud, which I seriously can’t get enough of.

Then I thought about sitting around in Janet’s room or Jeffrey’s room, 6+ people, hanging out or ingesting things or even just taking decades to decide where to go out for dinner, and I just had this tangible *pang* of longing to be back there.

I miss you guys.