Home

There’s something about home that makes me really happy. I’m nearly positive I could make a home for myself anywhere, but for now my home is Cornelius and Rex, the comforts of my own bed, and my giant bottles of shampoo and conditioner. It is my oversized couches and unused guest room, my zillion items of clothing and the smell of Bath & Body Works Kitchen Spice and Sweet Cinnamon Pumpkin scents. Home consists of my dead plants, my book shelf, an always empty refrigerator, and three sinks that I have to wipe down daily. And I love every little inch of my home. I even love the bathroom corner inches that have black cat hair in them no matter how often I clean.

I’m already ready for Ryan to get back to here, and I know he is missing his home probably more than he ever has. He’s without his luggage and it’s been two weeks since he’s been able to sleep in his own bed and shower in his own shower – isn’t it funny how important those little things are?

Here we are at the Hofbrauhaus on our last full day in Germany: