Home

Here I am. Good old US of A, the land of the free and home of the blah blah blah. Good old (or not so good) Ohio, really super not so good Canal Winchester. I'm happy to be home with my parents (even though they have let my room grow mold *hopefully it's not really that bad, but i really don't even know yet*, and they threw clothes onto the bed unfolded, like i could magically pop back from 4,700 miles away and fold them). I'm jet-lagged and therefore tired (it's 7h00 (7 am) my time right now, and my parents just went to bed...it's 01h00 here. Boo jet-lag). And i miss France already. How sad is that?

I think a big part of it is that i haven't gotten to see Rachel yet. I'm sure once I see her i'll remember why i don't mind living in a world with Walmart but without a patisserie on every corner. Hopefully being with her will remind me of that fact. Depending on what she's doing in the next week before the beach, i was gonna go down there and visit her maybe. I don't know. We'll see. Okay, i'm rambling, mostly because i'm too tired to sleep...does that make any sense to anyone else? Oh well. I'll try to post later when i'm more coherent.

idem (I'm not going to technically stop missing you until i see you, so yeah...we gotta rectify that.)

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