I've traveled East and West and now I'm back again . . .

[bluerosefairy]

HOME! God, I could get all cliche-y and talk about "you don't know what you've got till it's gone" and "who says you can't go home?" but the truth is, I really, really am glad to be home. I was so happy to see my parents (who came to pick me up at the airport and my mother thought nothing of holding up an entire line of people to hug me when I got through customs). I forgot how beyond-ridiculously-comfortable my bed is (especially when one has been sleeping on mattresses that resemble plywood for a year) and seeing street signs all in English is really freaking weird. Also, no motorcycles.

So yes, it's lovely to be home. Now, to tackle unpacking.