I'm back in Berkeley.
It's weird. Home life and college life are like oil and water. Two very different densities and consistencies that don't mix. I could shake it up a bit, but after a while they are again in two layers.
When I got to the apartment, one of the first things I did was took my guitar out of the case and kissed it's off-tuned neck.
My first night back in Berkeley is so stereotypical in so many ways, I love it.
Happy Fourth.
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