always get up late when home

Home again. Strange beds. Amazing food. Clean everything. Zero responsibility. Good cheer all around.

It's strange how its not strange being home again. After stepping into my home old routines get put back into place. I wonder if routine strikes everything in life and wears down the novelty of your experiences, turning them into routine. Coming home after being away for such a long period of time used to bring me this surrealish type feeling of being out of place. It was cool. Now surrealism is dead and I find myself sleeping in for far to long. And, when I do go outside all the bars, all the bars are closed. Christmas parties my ass... Yet if I'm judging experiences based on their surrealistic presence I really need to step back and look anew. After all, the scenery's lovely and the people are one of a kind.