- My Own Bed - I don't think I've ever slept as well as I did my first night back in America. Probably helped that I had been up for about 40 straight hours that point either. Finally I didn't have to curl up in a ball to fit in my bed. People in London don't seem to feel the need to make beds for peole over 6 ft: my feet were always hanging off the end. Nicest surprise to come home to...new memory foam pad on my bed.
- A Stocked Fridge/Pantry - For about the last month in London, we barely had any food in our apartment. And for some reason every time I walked into the kitchen I'd still always open the fridge to see if we had anything good. Being able to open the fridge and actually having something other than beer is a comfort.
- No Time Difference - No longer do I have to think about what time it is at home when I talk to people. Everyone's on the same time as me.
- High-Def TV - No more sitting around watching football on my computer on Sundays. Coming back to HDTV makes me feel like I've been watching TV without my contact in for 3.5 months.
- Driving - Can't tell you how excited I was to be able to drive again. Nothing beats being able to cruise around obnoxiously blasting music.
- Sleeping In - In London the only day I got any sleep was Wednesday. Being able to sleep in everyday is a godsend.
- Being Able to Look Like a Bum - Having work three times a week, along with everyone around you always looking like a million bucks means you can never bum aroundin sweatpants or a sweatshirt. That's pretty much all I've worn since I got home.
- A Dishwasher - Pretty self-explanatory....
Friday, January 6, 2012
Feels Good to Be Home
After 3 1/2 months galavanting around Europe, it definitely feels good to be home. Yeah I'm bored as fuck most of the time, but there's so many small luxuries that are so good to have again. Things you don't even tend to realize until you dont have them anymore. For example...
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