“I’m the customer. I win, you lose.”

That’s my new favorite quote that I’m going to try to use everyday in every context. It was said by my roommate Jill in her heated discussion with the folks at Comcast. Let’s just say she’s right and they’re wrong.

So, I’m back for good from all my travels and it feels so good. I never thought I would miss home and the States so much. It’s a wonderful thing to sleep in your own bed, to shower in your own shower and to eat cheerios whenever you want. I believe cheerios was the thing I missed the most. I eat them every morning with fresh strawberries. Oh and just being able to drink regular coffee was great; those Italians take their espresso way too seriously.

Now coming home wasn’t all it was cracked up to be. The day after I got home I had to rush to the hospital and say goodbye to my grandmother. Yeah, watching someone die isn’t the best homecoming and it really fucks with your head. I think I was an emotional mess all of last week but I’ve been talking to lots of people and it’s helped just to tell the story. This past Sunday I was really happy though. After much thought as to why, I narrowed down the reasons to three:

1) My roommate was home so I no longer had to sit in the apartment alone.

2) I got to spend some good quality time with my other set of grandparents (and I made sure to tell them they could never die)

3) I got a new haircut.

While I like all 3 of these reasons, I think it was the new haircut that made me happy. I was styled perfectly and was nice and bouncy. I looked good. And of course now I can’t style it like the hairdresser did so it’s kind of blah. I need to work on my girly skills.

That’s all I have for now but here are some pictures from Italy: