The whole process of moving out and back home was overly complicated. It took me three days to pack my things to go home, and it took me three days to unpack my things after I got home. Of course, this time is also while going to a band concert to see Aaron, my love, going to see 'The Matrix Reloaded' with my love and my two best friends, and going to Aaron's home to wash both his car and mine. So I have an excuse for taking three days to unpack. As for packing, however, I have no idea why it took me three days. I guess it was because I didn't want to do anything except sleep and rest. My two best friends left for their respective places yesterday. My friend Laurel has a summer job as a camp councelor in Hunt, which is about two hours from here. She has every Saturday off as well as the week of the 4th of July, and her job ends 9 August. She'll be gone pretty much the entire summer. My friend Crystal wanted to go to summer school, both semesters, and so she is. She's there now to find a job in Brenham. I don't know when she'll be home, but she doesn't like coming home so much. The second summer semester ends 9 August. So they'll both be home around the same time, and we'll have a few weeks before school starts again to spend time with each other. Instead of going off somewhere, I will probably get a job in the town half an hour away at the Holiday Inn and be a receptionist. Both Laurel and Crystal have done this, and it's my turn now. It should be rather interesting. I mean, I've never had a job before, other than school. I don't know how I feel about being home. I'm happy I'm able to see my friends and my love, to sleep in my own bed and not have to pay for the washer and dryer. I'm happy to see all the familiar sights of my small town. I just don't like being home with my father. He's controlling and wants to know everything, and he's threatening if I don't tell him. I suppose he'll be happy I got a job, but I doubt that will help anything. I've been able to come home for a weekend and be fine, but spring break was a little too much and summer is nearly three months. I don't know if I'm strong enough to be the person I learned to be in Dallas, someone who's able to stand up for what they believe is right, or is love. I want to be able to say I'm happy at home, more happy at home than at school. But, sadly, that's not true at all.