A strange feeling

I just finished having dinner which consisted of nothing but a mountain of pasta. I went out grocery shopping again today and just realized that I have spend about 50 euros ($74) on food within the past ten days. That can’t be normal, can it? It’s almost disturbing. Obviously, something has got to change.

Not exactly sure, though, what that dominating factor might be.

Right now I don’t care anyways, because tomorrow! I’m going back home! to see everybody! and wash some towels!

I was going to list all the things I miss about home and although I could think of a thing or two, I also know that I will miss this new place - this view alone - like crazy.

I’m going to miss all the crazy commotion down in the cathedral’s yard during the day and the mild calm at night, the way both the cathedral and the courthouse (pictured above) are lit as soon as dark sets in; I’m going to miss my king-sized bed and my huge desk, my reading spot on the window sill and the way I can schedule my day the way I want to; I’m going to miss the smell out in the hallway, my tiny televison (whom I have named Bert), my nightly Gilmore Girls fix and maybe most of all: The Calm.

Already, I have become attached to all of this. It’s a strange feeling.