Twenty days ago I would’ve sworn that walking into my parent’s house, all full of people who love me, was the best feeling ever. It’s still a good feeling, but walking through my kitchen door into my empty apartment, knowing I have it to myself until my friend comes to visit next week felt pretty great too. I don’t know when the shift happened, but this apartment feels like home too, and even though it can get a little lonely, I’ve spent about thirty hours in the car in the past month, and I could use some alone time.
I hate unpacking, but the apartment looked so clean and nice that I jumped right in so I could preserve the tidy peacefulness for a little longer. I had all kinds of grand plans for the day since I got home so early and didn’t waste too much of the day in travel, but instead I fell asleep. We didn’t get back from driving Lillian to school until close to midnight last night, and then I woke up at 4:00 to catch my flight, so I was in serious need of a nap, and there’s something really great about getting back to your own bed. When I woke up I was starving, but when I went downstairs I was confronted by this:
It was slightly better than this picture actually- there was a lone tortilla, and so that was what I ate, with a side of pickles, but I need to grocery shop. Thursdays are a tricky return day though, because the market isn’t until Saturday, so I don’t want to get too much just yet. I’m also going on a Trader Joe’s run with a friend tomorrow, so the most logical thing is to wait and live off of peanut butter and nutella (eaten off spoons, because I’m out of tortillas).
I had a great time visiting my family, but it’s really nice to be home.