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I noticed something yesterday that echoes a statement that DaVe had made to me back when he was staying here. He mentioned something to the effect that his day didn’t start properly if he didn’t talk to me in the morning, or at least something like that. So I was thinking yesterday morning, as time kept creeping by, wondering why I didn’t really feel very motivated, that I hadn’t had my ‘check in’ with DaVe that morning.

This brings me to the point that home doesn’t really feel as much like home now as it used to… when DaVe is here. I guess I’ve just gotten so used to waking up with him in the morning and basically planning our day together. In reality we’ve done that for sort of a while, but even more so lately it seems important to check in with each other.

He’s my family, the family that you build of friends, and part of my family, in the traditional sense. I might get upset with him, but that feeling only lasts for a short period of time.

I have some very fond memories of spending time with him, scattered throughout the years; there are always new ones being created, even if oddly, they don’t really seem to be very important at the time.