My level of content is through the roof right now; being home is such a fucking haven of comfort and amazing things, like clean towels that actually absorb water droplets and dry you off, clean clothes (although my sheets probably haven’t been changed since I was here two months ago…), an abundance of food (ok, usually not because my family, like myself, does not each much but my parents took a trip to CostCo yesterday before picking me up…), a clean kitchen that I can’t wait to mess up, and a room with a door and a bed that is higher than a foot off the ground.
ugh ugh ugh ugh ugh so niceeeee
Also, the first spritz of Diptyque Oyedo and winter is officially behind me even if the weather refuses to cooperate. I’m ignoring it.
Spring break in Cancun? No fucking thank you.