i feel like i have more than one home.
my house in north carolina is home. villanova is home. perugia is starting to feel like home. going to my beach house is home. being anywhere with my family is home. going on a run first thing in the morning is home.
listening to celine dion's christmas cd is home. sorry i had to. i'm itiching for Christmas season.
so really home can be anything. but what defines a home? ...comfort? security? a place? a feeling?
g2g
first italian quiz in 15 minutes. going to have to run up the mountain now. good thing italians are always late.
going to Barcelona tonight! now i wont have to listen to the neighbors literally drilling into 800 year old stone next door. why are they doing this? dont know. does it make me want to shoot myself? yes.
even really loud billy joel won't block out the sound.
okay i really have to go now.
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