week long post

Coming home I forgot what my house smelled like.
The shower felt strange, like showering in someone else's house.
I didn't recognize my hometown.
There's a suitcase of sandy clothes laying on my bed waiting for me to deal with. Plegh.
I finished my popsicle in record timing, although this is the coldest I've felt in a week. Princeton weather has no mercy.
Tan lines make me gleeful.
My whole week was mashed into one, long period of time. It felt as if I had never slept.
Don't ask me what I did which day, because the days flew by like a kid on a zipline.
I miss it.
I don't want to be here because I'd rather be back there.
365 days left to go.