It is Sunday afternoon and the house is nearly empty, well as close to being empty as it has been since I got home. The family has scattered to the proverbial four winds (for the afternoon) and I have time to fill by myself. The desire to read has somewhat abated since yesterday's reading of Steinbeck Of Mice and Men. I am looking forward to returning to school and discussing it with someone (the one-sided discussions I've been having with myself can only take me so far). I've been nibbling at an Harry Potter book (I will confess unabashedly that I have read all five of the books and am looking forward to the next) while waiting for the very slow dial-up connection to the outside world (also known as the internet) catches up with what I want it to do. All in all I am happy to be five days away from leaving. I think that I need to go while there are still things here I want to do and people I want to see, or I will start chaffing under the ever present knowledge that there is a 2000 mile barrier between myself and where I want to be... On the other hand, it will be hard to leave my younger siblings, not knowing when I will see them again, that they will continue to grow up and I won't really know them and they won't really know me... life is strange.