I was only gone for two weeks but for some reason it seems like much longer. I used to be gone for 6 months and here for two weeks, and it felt like I didn't miss that much. Now that I actually live here it seems like so much happened while I was gone. It seems like it took my mom hours to catch me up last night. In my mind it was fall when we left and now somehow it's Christmas. How did that happen? And this girl and I, we've been cuddling up all morning missing Davis. We hates it when he's gone.