I woke up this morning in my childhood bedroom. It's nice to be home. Sure I've only been here for one day but that's okay.

Yesterday, I woke up early--like 3:30am early. Then I drank coffee and read magazines until my parents woke up. My mom didn't get up until sometime after 6am. So I had a lot of time to myself.

My dad made me oatmeal. I ate it out of a Bulgarian bowl topped with strawberries. Yum, yum.

After this, I ran some errands with my mom. We went to Staples. We went to Ace Hardware. We went to Albertson's. We went to the bank. I drank an iced Americano. I stopped by my dAd's antique store.

Then I took a nap. When I woke up my suitcase had arrived and my new computer. Naps are magic.

My brother and his fiancee came over after work to say hello. After this, all I could think about was my pillow and by 9pm I was in bed asleep.

It's nice to be home.