home equals heart.

it really is true. i've never been happier to be home. three weeks is too long of a trip. it makes me miss home. it doesnt matter how fun the trip was, or even how many great friends i made, my room, my bed, my piano, my phone, & my friends back home matter more to me.

i went to bed at 7:30pm last night; in england, that would be 12:30am. it's 9:22 right now, and i'm trying to get over my jet lag. home food helps. so do kinder chocolate bars.

i got a haircut today, and i think it looks okay. i tend to dread haircuts because they always cut my hair too short. i get really attached to my hair when it gets long. ben didn't really freak out about his hair this time either. shocking, really. after living in the same room with my brother for nearly a month, i've learned a lot more about him. for instance, his favorite color is orange. he wants to own 2 dogs and live in a small house or apartment when he gets older. & he REALLY loves babies and animals. a couple days ago, my brother & i just sat in front of a fountain in paris and watched pigeons, ducks, & seagulls for an entire hour.

i really want to meet up with truc so i can tell her about my trip. actually, anyone for that matter. calling someone isnt just the same.

europe is so different from america. i kind of miss it. & i kind of don't.

pictures will be on facebook soon (: