Love

Let's just get one thing straight: I miss living abroad terribly. I am sad that it snowed this morning. I am sad that there were no big adventures today. I am sad that I have to look back on my last big adventure with lust and longing and love.

But tonight I got out of class early, and I got to go meet my best friend and my little brother, who happen to be wildly in love, out for a glass of wine at one of our favorite restaurants. And we came back to my house to watch the Top Chef season finale (BLAAAAIIIIIISSSSSS) over a white russian. We talked and laughed, and I got to watch them walk away from me, arm-in-arm, "Let's go home, boo."

There are some things that make the end of an adventure worth coming home for.

Sometimes real. Sometimes phantom.

One of my professors posts on facebook that she just saw Meg Ryan and her daughter at a different local restaurant than last time. I don't even care. My knee still hurts.