Went "back home" (noun - 1. a place where you reside) for a few days.
LOOKING for some inspiration. Among other things.
I mean yeah I came to gather some things that belonged to me. Resources. Free shit which is mine which has been here since I left.
But I didn't even know what I was really looking for. Just like that park down the road. I wrote something about that park.
I wrote a lot of shit about a lot of shit and so did other people holy shit there's a lot of paper here I mean SHIT!
Gonna take this paper back with me. This other stuff too. Look for something to do. Because that's the idea. FUCK winter though.
But I'm glad I went back home (2. a place where you feel comfort, at ease). Going back makes it quite easier to go forward if you can get the timing right.
And the frequency with which you go "back/home" (3. a place you once called home but which you can no longer accurately refer to as such), of course.