I. Am. Home.

Hello, home!

Hello, comfy bed that does not have a red ladder attached!

Hello, enormous fridge, stove with a luxurious four burners, and toaster!

Hello, cheap Internet access, air-conditioning, and my steadfast Honda Civic!

Hello, ICE CUBES!

Yes, I'm back in the U.S. of A. and happy to be.

That's not to say there isn't plenty I wish I could have packed up in my suitcase and transplanted into America. Like, say, lackadaisical dinners that don't begin until 9 (er, 21:00) ... or inexpensive cheese shops ... or environmentally smart toilets that offer two flush options. (Sorry, did you care about that?)

Still, it's very, very, very nice to be home.

I am in a bit of a Tasmanian Devil whirlwind now, getting geared up for a classes next week and an impromptu family trip to the Outer Banks this weekend. Eventually, I'll go through my camera and post more and better photos (as opposed to the blurry/grainy/bad-lighting of the iPhone). And add videos. And include detailed location info on the restaurants. And clean up the typos.

I'm also debating whether to keep this blog up with sporadic food and travel posts or start a new blog based around Charlottesville and/or life as an MBA student. Any votes either way?

Thanks for reading along. I really appreciate the encouragement and cheerleading, which kept me posting. More adventures will be unpacked soon ...