Hail from my mother's basement!
Figured I'd make a quick post.

I got back to my home state about an hour ago. Hells Yeah!

It was great seeing my family again. I almost didn't recognize them. Till I find a place, my mum is letting me shack up in my old room, which is now a guest room.

It feels strange to be in such a non-military place. Since it is the weekend tomorrow, I'm thinking of taking a nostalgic walk around the town of my youth. See what has changed.

Mom is upstairs cooking, smells freaking awesome. I'm going to head up in a minute to help.

Peace out.