I'm back at school now and, oddly enough, I feel more like I'm back at home. I spent the night in my house last night and, although everything felt natural and normal, I was surprised at how happy and comfortable I was to return to my dorm. I guess that's a good thing, though. Means I've made this place home, which is what it is for an extended period of visitation. The thing is, I like the space I have here--the freedom and the enclosure--and there seems to be an aura of motivation that doesn't transpire as well back at home. I come back here and all of a sudden a task list and homework isn't such a bother. Funny how that works. Carrie