back in the saddle

With 858 miles between Home #2 and the Original Home where I am currently laying on the floor, I have decided to recommence the official meanderings on this little old page. Perhaps it was the afternoon I spent picking out yarn with my grandmother (which isn't as exciting as it seems, mind you) or the fact that I was finally blessed with Pumpkin Spice Coffeemate in my grocer's refrigerator today, either way it just seems the right time to get off my cyber butt and put come things into cyber perspective.

A few official thoughts from this little town in Pennsylvania:

1. Nothing is quite as humbling as being 27 years old and waking up in a bunkbed.
2. Not many shades of yarn match a yellow coat in order to make a scarf-like accessory.
3. No matter how many times I see the death mask from "Saw II" snap shut, I cringe everytime.
4. Don't ever think that just because you grew up in a town that you will always be able to navigate yourself around it. Somewhere between my last year of college and my first year of grad school, I believe they installed streets that bear a striking resemblance to the staircases at Hogwarts (for all your Harry Potter junkies).

And with that, I bid you all a fond adieu - my bunk bed calls.