the short stay at "home" begins...

Returning home is somewhat like staying at a hostel. I had to make my own bed (and it's way too soft...I can't believe I loved this mattress), and the bathroom is scary.

Though at a hostel you wouldn't come home to find that your beloved dog Samson ate the rest of your dad's favorite candies that you and your sister handpicked in England. Separation anxiety is a bitch.