home.

It's great to be back on island, even though I miss my family terribly. Already. Such is life, I guess. I came home to masses of things to do. And, to sneezing. I need to get out of this house--as great as Uncle is, I just can't stop sneezing in this place. Too much mold and dust.

The visit was wonderful. Banana Schpeel was great, great great. The Palmer Hotel is incredibly beautiful. The city had the same energy and feel that I love in the holidays. My parents were good company, as always. It was good. Good times.

Now, over the next three days, I have two good friends that are leaving the island on Friday, so I need to see them; I have a stupid amount of phone calls to make; and Friday is First Friday so I have to host the event at the art space. Wish me luck!