H O M E

The room known was 313 is sitting empty and still, as if no one had ever lived in it at all. The walls are bare, the closets empty and the floor clear. All that's left is the ghosts of memories of activity that took place inside of it.

Everything that was once inside 313 was loaded in a car, ready to be driven home. Removed from the car and placed in an office where it will sit in boxes  half way unpacked until August, when the cycle will start all over again.

It feels good to be home, but so strange at the same time. Everything is changing, but that's just the cycle of life.