Ah Blogosphere, how wonderful it feels to be home.
Don’t get me wrong, Russia was an awesome adventure, and my past week back in Baton Rouge was delightful as well, but hopping off the Joey to see Jumbo standing in his usual spot and all my familiar buildings surrounding me was wonderful.
Being the first one to get back, I opened the door to my silent quad and a million memories rushed over me, seeing our Christmas decorations still up, balloons still floating about from a birthday party, dried up flowers spilled all over Maeve’s desk. Not two minutes later, my beautiful Marcelly and Emily texted me and a soon came bounding through the door with great big group hugs and stories of their breaks to share.
Next my handsome Peter took me out to dinner, with a new bouquet of flowers to replace the ones that had dried up. We went to Tu Y Yo, right next to campus, and ate CRICKETS (among other things). Gotta be honest, not a fan of the crickets, but the other things were delicious.
The next day, after going to class at NEC and reuniting with my music buddies, I returned home to find my three roommates all unpacking. Once again, hugs abound, recaps of winter adventures, laughter. As we headed out to dinner to meet our friends, Maeve shouted “First Night!”, not that it was literally the first night, nor were we going anywhere particularly special, but we all had a good laugh and declared the evening to be our first night home.
The evening ended with 7 girls lying on a bunch of pillows, watching and singing along to Anastasia (WHICH IS REMARKABLY ACCURATE IN SCENERY, I CAN NOW TELL YOU). Couldn’t have been a better way to reunite.