mom told me yesterday when we talked--another one of our hour-long phone conversations--that billy has officially moved into my old room. i understand it, i mean, my room was the biggest of the two, and his was so small we had taken to calling it "the cube." plus, i haven't lived at home in more than three years. but it's still weird. it was my room for nearly as long as i can remember. mom and dad had that house built for the family, that room for me. just another reminder that i'm not a kid anymore. that things have changed. every time i go home now, something else is different from how i last left it. i wonder what will be different when we go home in december.