No matter how much of a pain in the ass it is for me to go home and then deal with both of my parents, I look forward to seeing my little sister, seeing my crazy and kinda scary (but oh so hilarious) big brother, and sleeping in my own bed.

I miss my quilt. It's a silly thing to say, but that is COMFORTABLE and AWESOME. It's also entertaining because somehow, the last time I went home, two quilts had magically appeared on my bed. It's as though while I was gone, my quilt had magically (and asexually, similar things I assure you) reproduced and there were two wonderful and comfortable things in which to nestle.