Since I’m blogging every day this month anyway, I figured it was time I got around to writing about part 2 of my trip to China.  Let’s see, where did I leave off?  Oh yeah, right after the Peking duck dinner.

When you move out of your parents’ house for the first time, you start to acknowledge a new feeling that you’ve never had up until that point. Going home is never the same again. It’s still “going home”, but it’s not really home anymore, otherwise you would still be living there. I’m not really sure how everyone defines home, honestly.

I haven’t been blogging much lately.  I need to do that more.  I always say that, then I just switch my blog to a new design and never really write much.  Oops.  I need to buckle down and just do it.  But oh well, I’m blogging now!