I got back home last night after spending few days with family. It feels good to be back to a place I call my own...but this house has a drawback, I've learned recently. The 2nd floor's very conducive.

In my room, I'd feel bumps and vibrations. I thought somebody was stomping around in the hallway, but it happened too often. No housemate's pacing back and forth there in the wee hours. It turned out the cars moving by on Florida Ave. caused all that floor bebop. I'm trying to embrace it. Nothing I can do about it, after all. I'm trying to see it as some kind of funky environmental music.