when i got home from NY i had lots of love waiting for me:
awwwwww i love them. (miss ol Chanel though).
i was feeling neutral when i got into the car because i was going home to a home that i didn't really know. i had been in NY longer than i had lived in our new apartment, isn't that weird? so i just kind of sat there in the car, ready to climb into my bed and sleep but feeling a bit off that we weren't taking highway 195 in Spoke to our M.H.
i got home and fell into bed. a facebooked (obvs) for a bit and then JJ came into the room with little sugary bits dusting his lips. he said, "dude, that candy from Dylan's Candy Bar or whatever was soooo good."
OMFG JJ NO YOU DID NOT JUST EAT THE LAST OF MY SPECIALTY CANDY FORM DYLAN'S CANDY BAR! YOU ARE SUCH AN ASSCLOWN I'M SO MAD AT YOU.
and that's the moment when i felt i was definitely home.