I tried to write something poignant about the transition between winter vacation at home and being on my own in Boston, but after multiple attempts I think I just have to accept the fact that although I have a lot of good strong emotions and thoughts about the matter right now, I am just too sleepy to express them well, and the fact that this is all one massive run-on sentence proves it. To sum up what I wanted to write about in the least elegant way: going back to my apartment always makes me a little sad, but it also feels good, and also winter break with my family was super wonderful but I think it was just the right length; time to get back to routines. 

Anyways, I’m quite sleepy, and now that I’m all unpacked and showered, have bought contact lens solution, have vacuumed up the crunchy carpets (thanks to my Dad for fearlessly opening up the vacuum cleaner and making it work!), have had dinner and an evening cuppa tea, and have watched a cozy movie (Julie & Julia), I think I am ready for a book and then bed. 

Goodnight home, goodnight Boston, and goodnight moon.