Home sweet home

At last. After one of the longest weeks I remember, after a journey through a paralysed by winter country, I finally got home. It's only after a long time away that you really, really appreciate such little and not-so-little things as for example lying in your own bed, emptying your own fridge, smelling all these familiar scents, moving around in a space you know so well - to put it as simply as possible: being home. And now I'm going to really enjoy the next two weeks.

Not to mention all my friends I can't wait to see. Actually, two weeks, two months, no matter how long would I be staying here, it can't be enough. Funny thing: so long I wished to go somewhere far, so long I wanted to see all these distant places. And quite quickly it turned out I miss my friends, my home so much. If I only could, I'd take them with me wherever I go. Who would ever suppose such an independent individual as myself might be so attached to people? Anyway, I wouldn't like it to be any different.

Well, maybe I'll come up with something witty and brilliant or whatever soon, meanwhile - I'm gonna take some sleep in my bed. Three weeks I've been waiting...