Here should be my home

So I'm back home for easter now and enjoying all the comforts that come with it. If there's one thing I've learnt from moving to London is how much I under-appreciated being at home, and how much for granted I took all the comforts you don't think twice of when there - a real house with more than two rooms, a fridge full of food, a cosy bed, the ability to use my laptop on my lap and not stuck at my desk attached to the modem, no more beige walls, all my old CDs, oh and family, of course. On top of that I'm sitting in the kitchen and the window is open and it's warm outside.. Never have I been more aware of the oncoming of spring. This morning I got up at 7:45 (!!) and have started working on my deconstruction of the building blocks of modern youth culture (sorry, I'll stop coming up with pretentious ways to describe my project from now on..). I've also started to re-read The Catcher in the Rye, which, although considered a cliché rites of passage novel to name drop in your list of favourite books, is actually pretty good in my opinion. Better than The Bell Jar, anyway...