Thanksgiving is a lovely time. I love being with my family. I love my family. All of them.

I enjoyed the weekend at my parents' new home, though it was a little weird sleeping in "my" room. It holds some of my things (things I have left behind), but it's not really mine. The room I have here in Sudbury I would call mine, and it contains more of my things, though it's not really my home. I'm not sure where home is anymore.

The drive was beautiful, and I like that it didn't even feel that long. All the gorgeous colours under a quilted cloud sky. So many trees, so much rock, and such vibrant fall colours. Beauty, for sure.

This week is going to be a little crazy. Sometimes I'm not prepared to make school my life, but sometimes I need to do just that.