Friday, February 12, 2010

ill with want

my weekend in america. fun-filled with ice skating/dangerous endeavors, haircuts, and delicious food.

basically we're twins..

a weekend may be a short time to be back in my native country, but any more or less might make it not so special. during my time at home, i'm always reminded of what true comfort is. getting everyone together that i love entirely in one place is a difficult feat, but once accomplished, i will be endlessly happy.
but it's these rare occurrences that make it so special. it is hard to define a single home when your torn between three different places. my dad always told us that "home is where your heart is." can your heart be split in three?