"Coming Home"

Dear Diary,

When I left, this house was just a base, and a project. Something to build and work on, but really only a ’safe place’ to log in and out from. Home was someplace that didn’t exactly exist. It was someplace between Momma’s house and mine, something we hadn’t yet built, or rebuilt. It was a memory and a wish.

But after all that went on this week, this house is all the home I’ve got.

Momma decided to IM me at this time, and kind of picked all the wrong words, basically making me feel worse about the fact that I was indeed coming home to an empty house, alone. I finally just had to tell her that she was making it worse for me.. But I somehow doubt it got through to her.

Ed came online, and we chatted via skype. Ed ran around my yard for a while and we joked around a bit. Sesen was online, and she came over for a nice little visit as well. We talked about Sesen’s impending trip to Las Vegas, and Ed’s old and frail cat who seems to be in his last days. Mari too came over for a little while, and we talked about everything and nothing.

I decided to order a pizza in RL, and Ed decided to buy me a pizza in SL that we shared. Coolest silly thing ever. One more great idea to add to my movie nights, if I can ever get anyone interested in that.

I worked on my mailbox a little bit, and mentioned to Ed that I wanted to get the Harry Potter movies to get myself out of “trivia avoidance hell”. We made loose plans to maybe get together tomorrow to go do that.

And then Ed was off to bed, and so I went and picked up the copyable version of the Ukulele, and then I decided to log off for bed myself.