I miss a lot of people.
Also, I got home and went into "my room" and walked right into a hunk of wood. I didn't flip on the light because it had been my room for some 14 years, I don't need the light. Clearly, I did, however, because I was not prepared for the music stand and speakers to be right smack in the middle of my room in front of the bed. I really wasn't prepared to be staring down my grandmother's possessions either. It was weird, because I really thought that I was done crying. Heh, furniture proved me wrong twice it seems.
Being home is such a buzz kill.