Let It Be

And when the broken hearted people living in the world agree,
there will be an answer--let it be.
For though they may be parted there is still a chance that they will see,
there will be an answer--let it be.

I'm back! Actually, I've been back since Saturday afternoon but have been too lazy to update. Or maybe I was subconsciously avoiding it, since I'm not quite sure what to say. Apologies.

I don't really want to unpack, repack, move rooms, repack again for school... I'm glad to be able to say in one place for a little while, and I'm excited to get to organize a new bedroom once Tommy and I trade, but I have no motivation to start. I should, though. Soon as I'm done writing this.

Hanging out at Lauren's on Sunday was a lot of fun--there were so many of you I didn't get to see all summer, so it was nice to catch up a little. I don't know why, but I was expecting people to have changed in the months it's been since I last saw them. Except sitting there listening to everyone talk, I felt like I had been around this crowd forever, like all was as it has been since High School. People were maybe a little more mature, but otherwise, there was a definite familiarity. I'm not complaining--I liked it. I'm not a fan of change.

I have so many stories about this summer, I don't know where to start. I'm put on the spot and speechless when people ask for them, which makes very little sense to me. They'll come out sooner or later. For now, know that I missed you, but I also had a really great experience.

I think someone is finally going to buy the house next door to me. Strangely it's been on the market for over a year now--it must be haunted, or full of lingering cigarette smoke from the previous owners. But today there is a couple there, a blue mini van parked on the street. Maybe they'll clean out the smoke, scare away the ghosts. I wonder what they're like? Do they have kids? Do the kids mind packing up their toys and books and clothes, and unpacking them in a stranger's bedroom?