I'm so glad you're all settled in your apartment. I can't believe that you have a king sized bed. All by your lonesome and you have the most giant bed. What did we get? Doubles. Just doubles. Ha!
I hope your kitchen works out. Small kitchens are such a bummer. I also hope you get some good groceries while you're out today. I can't wait to hear about your neighborhood and school.
Since the power was out, I pulled out my book, but as soon as I started reading it came back on. Of course, right? My brain is still scattered from you leaving, so it was impossible to really keep reading once I had internet access. I know things will settle down and we'll hit a rhythm. It'll make things so much easier.
I can't believe you ate all three of the chocolate bars while you were flying. Did the crying baby drive you into comfort foods? So much for lasting you until I can send you a package! I'm going to stop into the post office and ask them about flat rates for the KSA. I want to get your camera back to you ASAP. But, from what I could find on the USPS website, it might be really expensive like China. But, I didn't really understand the bazillion PDF pages that contain the international shipping rates.
Mom and I are watching Nashville. I know you love it. "Nashville!" I can hear your terrible drawl. The show is the best/worst soap opera ever. It'll always make me think of you because you hate it so much.
Talking to you on Skype/ FaceTime makes me so happy. I'm always a little giddy after. It's so nice to see your face. Even if you're still a punk and easily distracted! I hope that when we have phones that we have even more contact with each other. I still feel a little like I lost a limb, but technology really helps.
Oh, I've decided that I'm wearing your shirts around the house. Deal with it! I think I already said this to you, but since Etihad lost one of your bags (fingers crossed that you do get it back soon), I think I have more of your clothing than you do. Bummer sauce. I'm sorry that statistics caught up with you and a bag finally went missing. Poop!
The drive home from Rob's went well. It was rainy and lonely, but I listened to NPR the whole way to keep me company. One of the stories (follow the link) was about Americanisms that have caught on in London (and the purests who are all irritated about it). At least the Brits can feel good about their hold on international English. We're always told that ESL schools like to hire Americans for our accent, yet every ESL speaking adult I've met in Asia says "loft," "chemist's," and "timetable." Hell, we taught "timetable" and "autumn" (among others, probably).
It's getting pretty late and I want to get up and hear about your day in the morning. Good night!
P.S. Below is my interpretation of you and your chocolate.