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I'm feeling quite anachronistic my first 30+ hours spent at my parent's home. {This computer I'm using is a Windows 98 machine so I'm also feeling quite primitive. Primitive & barbarous, but also industrious, so I give onto you... diagram I}
Not having stepped foot in this house, this town, let alone this god-forsaken state in four years, I was fearful that all the memories &/or emotions &/or vomit it would dredge up would put me in a constant maudlin mood but thankfully, even with the comic value of vomiting, this sorjourn has been anything but.

This evening after a simple yet delicious dinner made by yours truly {diagram II}, my parents & I sat round the table with their friend Epi, a character wholly out of place in northern Idaho, who provided a well needed reprieve from the small, awkward silences families at times experience, & sipping our aperitifs we ridiculed all things "Idahoan" & therefor obviously beneath us {diagram III}.

Now, unlike them I head off to sleep fitfully, knowing that in but a few short days I will be back in a state which doesn't have sales tax, amongst my friends {diagram IV}.