It's sooo time to go back

Tomorrow I go back "home" to Dallas. Joy! Being "home home" depresses me. I'll be glad to be going back where I don't feel so blah. It was nice seeing my family again. But still, there's a certain value to the physical distance I've put between us. Here I get talked to like I'm unimportant and in the way. I've hardly seen my father. He stays away most of the day. Mom's in a constant "mood"; I don't even know what kind it is. Sister is incessantly badgering her poor boyfriend. Heh. And then there's the sibling rivalry. I'm a bit old to feel it, but coming home, it's so easy to fall back into it. It's just that anything that is done for me is a chore, an inconvenience, but things done for my other sister are not. They're done with love and cheer. Again, I feel unwanted, in the way, like an outsider.