Back home

It's interesting to be back home after being gone for a month. My room feels bigger. My computer monitor seems huge compared to when I was using my aunt's laptop in NY. And... it feels somewhat different. Again, I'm reminded of all the problems of this place, and it depresses me already. It's going to be my last Christmas here in this home that I grew up in. I hate thinking like that. I hate thinking that all this will be gone.

Also, my facebook account was hacked just as I got back to Los Angeles, so my account was sending out spam messages to the people on my list. How annoying. I had multiple friends calling me up asking me.. "What the heck?!" I changed my password, so hopefully that will stop whatever is happening.

I'm really tired out from the plane ride, and I still have to unpack. Unfortunately, I have a busy day tomorrow, so no time for rest. >_< I have bills to pay on my desk too. I guess it's back to reality, at least for a while until I get that job in NYC.

Ah, finally back home...
...but why do I feel so uneasy?
Welcome back, right?