I’m back home.
It was so nice to sleep in my own bed again last night. It was every bit as good as I remember it. I had the window wide open because it was so hot and I slept so well. I went to bed at midnight, and then I woke up at 7am when my parents left the house to go see my brother. And I felt wide awake so I decided not to lay around doing NOTHING so I got up and I had breakfast and I made some coffee in this silent house which I love.
I spent the morning sorting out a lot of stuff, I’m nicely organised, I cooked some lunch and I’m drinking green tea.
I love getting up early. By midday I’d been up 5 hours already.
I love life.
I’m going to make a beautiful card for my dad later, for Fathers Day tomorrow.
It feels good to be home, but I also miss Europe terribly. It hasn’t really sunk in yet that I’m back for good. But it’s okay, everything’s fine. I’m just having the most amazing time.
And I CANNOT WAIT to start uni. I’m so excited. So unbelievably excited.