i have spent the last few hours cleaning my apartment, making it my home again. somewhere in the middle of getting involved, i've started following some old patterns i swore i'd never encounter again. i've adopted music, food patterns, sleep schedule, even fucking morning routines. but the biggest thing i've done is abandoned my stomping ground. i've done it gladly and with love, but it's made the nights when i do come home difficult. so tonight i'm working on getting back what i've lost in the middle of gaining.