weak ends

My parents and sister/brother-in-law got home this weekend. I've been in Fanwood since Friday with little to no internet access, which made keeping in touch difficult at best. Also, I had to entertain my grandmother all weekend, which didn't help. At least I convinced her that I needed to sleep at my parents' house. And I had to drive to the airport twice, but now it is over and everyone is home, so all is right in the world...right? Matt is set up in his new apartment. He starts work tomorrow, so I hope that goes well. I go back to work tomorrow, but I get to work out of the Princeton office Wednesday, and that's only a block away, so I'm really looking forward to it. I did nothing at work on Friday. I sat around and talked to various people and got exactly one thing done. Oh, no, wait, I emailed someone, so I guess I got two things done. Twice as productive! I'm glad to be back in this apartment. Already, it's like home. Or maybe my parents' house is just not-home. Is it weird that I feel fine being here by myself, but I freak out being in the home I grew up in by myself?