It was nice to be home, though. I took a few photographs, seen here, more because I felt like I had to, because I promised, than because I saw anything particularly memorable. There was never really an opportunity to use my camera, and I didn’t do much, not really — which was, in a way, sort of the point.

I got a new pair of shoes and a colander, both surprisingly difficult to find in Pennsylvania, and I thoroughly failed to find a CD copy of Neil Gaiman’s Coraline, to which I thought it would be nice listen on the drive back. I visited my grandmother, who has been in a rehabilitation center for her legs for the past couple of weeks and is understandably eager to return home. I re-read Alan Moore’s Watchmen, after Sharon discussed it on her weblog two weeks ago. I watched Raiders of the Lost Ark on AMC, inherited my parents’ old kitchen table and chairs, and on Saturday we visited the Museum of Natural History, which was nice, but not especially exciting, and you don’t see any pictures from there because I had accidentally left my camera at home. At least I now know the proper pronunciation for coelacanth.

All in all, I enjoyed it. It’s a little disorienting to be back, here at work, but my parents are driving out in three weeks to help me move to my new apartment, and we’re celebrating my grandparents’ birthdays in mid-August, so I’ll have plenty of opportunity to see everyone again. And, amazingly enough, I didn’t get lost driving once.