if only admitting it made it better

It's official. I'm homesick.

I think all this resting up (one full day of watching movies, sleeping in, buying Christmas decorations, napping and laundry) after a super difficult week of 8 hours of classes and followed by 8 hours of studying before my test on Friday has reminded me so much of what it was like when I was home that now I miss home more than ever. I really needed to give my brain a break so I don't feel so badly about taking it easy today. Plus, I'll be back to studying anatomy tomorrow as I have a quiz again on Monday. I've done well and passed all of them so far so I'm not that worried about it which feels very nice for a change. Its so hit or miss on what they ask anyways that passing mainly depends on how lucky you are that they ask you something you know. Oh right. So back to being homesick. There are several things that when I see them I am instantly reminded of home. Anything Mexican pretty much. There is a burrito place sorta near my house that I think I might trek over to at some point because I am very much having mexican food withdrawal. Tanning places also remind me of home strangely enough. I feel like asking for a UV light dealy for Christmas because the sun really has left Dublin and, as I am told, probably wont be returning for a couple of months! ahhh!!! I need light!!!!!

In other news, Maeve and I went to get our Christmas tree for the house on Friday. Its huge and I love it! It makes the room smell amazing and that's where I've planted myself today watching movies and knitting and where I will be tomorrow with my anatomy. I went out and got lights and ornaments and am just waiting for people to get back from trips (all my friends and roommates went away this weekend so I've been left to take care of the house on my own) so that we can decorate it. The tree is up in the front room so when we do have it all lite up and decorated people walking by will be able to see it in the window. I've always wanted to have a little house like that. Oh, but the best part is...this is the first year I will have Christmas in a house with an actual real working fireplace to hang stockings from! That is truly what I have always wanted. I remember being like 7 and asking my dad to build us a fireplace for our 11th floor apartment so that we could put up our stockings. I made the flames out of construction paper.

I must go to bed now but please send me emails or letters. They definitely do brighten my day!