What a warm fuzz of a blanket returning home is! I write this from the safe confines of my old room, christmas lights aglitter and snow asnowing on the ground. My Bloody Valentine is playing (any wonder the fuzz of a blanket metaphor, then?) and I'm excited to be back home. I miss Italy and it seemed so strange last night - I woke up and remembered that I was home. The previous night, I was asleep in a hotel in Amsterdam. Before that, my hotel in Florence. How quickly things change, and what weight location carries with it.

So now come the rounds of re-joining friends. A labor of love, indeed.

Laura, I miss you so much.

manca,

Jared