July 22, 2008
My flight for Kalmar departed a bit after noon, so I lounged at the airport, reading a magazine and eating a hamburger before boarding the small plane. It was barely an hour spent in the air. When I arrived, my mother drove me back to the house she owns with my step-father, and I did little of value. I was half-asleep for most of the day, either on the grey couch or up in the bedroom that they think of as mine, despite that I only come around for a week or a few days at a time.