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I'm home.

I'm also tired; I don't think readjusting to Eastern time will be too difficult after staying up as late as we did last night.

Flight was good. Houston is amazingly green from the air. There was a storm a ways off between Houston and Raleigh; I watched the lightning flash in the clouds.

And then I saw Mom at the baggage claim, and all of my luggage made it on time, and I hugged my dad and talked entirely too much in the car, and sat with my parents and my cat in my very own room until Dad went to bed, and then had an hour-long discussion with my mom about religion.

I'm even more like my mother than I had previously thought, which was a lot. It's kind of strange.

It feels like they're treating me like a grown up. I mean, not precisely grown up, because they are going to make me go out and get a job, and get up within a reasonable time frame and all that good stuff, but I can in fact use the word "shit" in front of my parents without getting a response to anything besides the content of the comment, and talking with my mom didn't seem completely like a mom-daughter thing, and she said that if Steven does end up stopping here on his way down to South Carolina he's welcome to stay overnight on the futon if he wants. So.

Being more grown up than I previously suspected is kind of a weird feeling.