My parent's are on vacation for 2 weeks, so Luke and I are looking after their house. I'm really enjoying our stay here... I hope one day that we will have a house as nice as this. Our apartment is so small and cramped, not to mention there is no digital cable or central air conditioning. An added perk is that I get to drive my mom's VW Bug around.

I lived in this house for 7 years, and a big part of me really misses living here. That's because it was a time of having no bills and no responsibilites. All I had to do was go to school and have fun.

But when our lease ends in September, Luke and I are moving back here for a while... a few months, a year, I don't know. As long as it takes us to pay off all our bills so we can breathe again. And I'm going to give community college a second shot, and I'm determined not to mess it up again.

So I'm looking forward to that, and so is Luke. But apart of me just keeps feeling sad... I don't know why, and I can't explain it.