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CrokusThis is it.

Tomorrow I will throw open my door and walk out into the real world. My first stop will be to get a haircut. After that, the day is mine. I'm thinking of going to the grocery store so I can pick up some fresh fruit. It's all very exciting!

The other day, someone asked me what I've learned from this experience. Not much. I was pretty sure that it wouldn't be a major inconvenience, and I was right. I was pretty sure that I wouldn't go crazy or start talking to myself. I do talk to myself, but no more than usual. Perhaps I turn my head towards the ceiling and burst into laughter more than I did before, but I don't think that's terrible strange.

I'm not the type of person who gets lonely. I'm not sure it even occurs to me unless I'm thinking about myself through someone else's eyes. Three months wasn't really a stretch. Of course I still have to re-integrate myself back into contact with the outside world. There's a chance that I'll go for my haircut and end up chattering endlessly to the poor barber. They might be the better judge of how well I survived the Reclusion.

I'm glad it's spring. I've got a lot to do this year and I've been waiting for spring to start. I need to do some more remodeling, take a bunch of stuff to the dump, and buy enough paint to cover my fence. I suppose my vacation is over. Can't wait until next winter!