It's like my body won't agree with my mind. I'm home, and I'm happy to be home, but it doesn't feel like I'm home yet.
Wait, what am I saying? I am typing on my upstairs computer, with the fan going, and a nice cold glass of juise by my side and I say that it doesn't feel like home? I must be crazy.
Home for me is in good ol' Cali. Where the sun doesn't stop shining for 9 months out of the year and where I have access to pretty much any fruit I am in the mood for. Lovely stuff.
Anywho, just thought I should let you guys know that home couldn't be better. Although, I know a couple of people who could make everything better *wink* but they're not here and they don't have the money, or time, to come.
That's all from this side of the coast. Have a great weekend.
Your summer fairy,