Monday, 4:32 PM, Allendale, NJ

Today has been a good day. I woke up at 10:00 AM after getting in at 1:00 AM from a long day of setting up and striking large pieces of audio and video equipment (Our new live production/editing system shut down 10 times during the show, it was lovely. I highly recommend the VT4 for anyone wanting awful software that doesn’t do what you want it to). I then ate leftover blueberry and strawberry pancakes while talking to Dad and Deb. I called Israel and talked to him for an hour or so (I’m quite fond of him). Then I avoided taking a show for another 30 minutes until my laziness subsided and I gained enough motivation to rid myself of the nast I accumulated over the former wet, dirty 24 hours. Then…I went to work (we took the day off) to read a wonderful, long email from Israel and wrote a great, big response in which I realized several things I wasn’t aware of about myself. I returned home, ate a salami sandwich with a coke and barbeque chips and continued my conversation with Dad about real estate (a surprisingly interesting topic). Dad and Deb are in the process of selling their house (the price of real estate here is ridiculous) and my thoughts have frequently turned to house hunting, apartment renting and decorating over the past few weeks. It’s strange thinking about the future.

So, I might be going with to New Port, Rhode Island with the parents for a couple days. I wasn’t sure if I wanted to (conversation can be a bit awkward), but I think I’d really enjoy a few days of beach combing and relaxing. It’s strange that it’s the summer and I’m talking about taking some time off to relax. It’s not like I’ve had a huge amount to do or anything (as evidence by my posts), but I’ve been rather tense and stressed.

Isn’t it strange how life shifts from being centered around your family to people of no real relation who know more about you than your family ever did (almost)? I want my own life. I want to be an adult. I’m almost ready. Give me one more year of semi-independence with the comfort of friends and reliability of caf food and I think I’ll be ready. I don’t want to live with my parents anymore. I want to visit them. Am I coming of age? Strange.

I miss you all.