I’m back.
That was anticlimactic.
Walked into town just after three. Don’t know what I was expecting; I’ve been into plenty of towns before where nothing happened when I arrived, but it felt like something was missing. This IS my hometown, after all, the end of my road. Not a celebration, but something… that just happened to be going on at the same time I arrived to punctuate it.
I don’t know, this is a really weird thing to get upset about. I should hardly expect the universe to do something special for me just because I got home. But after all I went through… I don’t know.
Aside from that, though, feeling good. Resting on my bed as I write, and it’s never felt more comfortable. Ran into Macie and Dixie when I went to Cottonseed’s after dinner. Told them all about it, and they were real interested. They were a bit more impressed with me than I think I deserve, though; I screwed up a lot, but they were more focused on everything else. All I did was walk. And cheat by taking the train a few times. Yeah, it was a long distance, but it’s not like I made it in a particularly short time or anything. I just walked as much as I could each day. What’s so impressive about that?
Still, I was glad I could talk to ponies I know once again. I’ve technically been on my own for the past… two months? Wow. And I’d almost forgotten what it was like to just sit down and chat with somepony without having to go through all the “I’m so-and-so, I’m from this-and-that” stuff. We could just get right into the conversation.
Not much has been going on here, not that it ever has. Flax stopped by a few days ago, seeing if I was back. They both think he was worried about me. Probably; he always was a bit protective. (Even though he’s younger. Younger siblings should not be protective of older siblings.) Given all I’ve been through, I guess he’s right, though. My journey was hardly all sunshine and flowers. I REALLY should’ve tried to set a deadline and say “I’ll be back by then”. I’ll try and visit him tomorrow, just to be sure he’s okay. Don’t want him needlessly fretting.
Struggling to stay awake; bed’s too comfy. I am going to sleep like a LOG tonight.