It’s good to be home. I love Japan, and I’m definitely going back, but it is GOOD to be home. When I got off the plane yesterday and saw Mom waiting for me at the airport, it took every bit of self-control I had not to drop my bag and run into her arms. She took me home, and I hugged my dogs for about fifteen minutes before I got in the shower. There is something to be said for returning to one’s own bathroom. And one’s own bed! After dinner, I got to sleep in my own bed on my own pillows, and it was beautiful. Mostly. Didn’t quite sleep through the night, and I was up before 7, but at least it was comfortable.
Got up this morning, and I was UP. I took the dogs out, fed them breakfast, made myself breakfast… I made scrambled eggs! Never made those before. They were good, though! Scrambled eggs, toast, grapes and hot chocolate. I missed non-fish breakfasts.
I’ve managed to basically finish my laundry this morning, too. And I have souvenir photos to share! Right now, I’m resting. Catching up on some of the TV I missed and enjoying being off of my feet. My poor, aching feet. I have some truly impressive blisters.
I’ll get the souvenir photos up in just a few minutes, and I’ve still got to catch up on my e-mails and feedreaders and everything. I need to get my calendar sorted out, too; I’m trying to work out all the stuff I’ve got coming up in the next couple weeks. It’s strange to think I’ve missed two weeks. Where the heck did May go?