home

I am home. After 7 weeks of Europe, of beautiful towns and beautiful people and beautiful age, I can finally use the possesive in conversation: my comforter, my bananas, my cell phone, my unlimited supply of ketchup. I was fortunate to have my family with me the last 2 weeks of the trip, and family and friends who hosted us unconditionally, but sometimes even your own people cannot compare to free bathrooms and grocery stores that stay open past 6 o'clock.