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!

Well, this weekend we are heading to Vegas.  Monday is Ricky’s 30th birthday, and for his birthday he wanted to go there with friends.  So that’s what we are planning.