I just finished having dinner which consisted of nothing but a mountain of pasta. I went out grocery shopping again today and just realized that I have spend about 50 euros ($74) on food within the past ten days. That can’t be normal, can it? It’s almost disturbing. Obviously, something has got to change.

Not exactly sure, though, what that dominating factor might be.

Right now I don’t care anyways, because tomorrow! I’m going back home! to see everybody! and wash some towels!

I was going to list all the things I miss about home and although I could think of a thing or two, I also know that I will miss this new place - this view alone - like crazy.

I’m going to miss all the crazy commotion down in the cathedral’s yard during the day and the mild calm at night, the way both the cathedral and the courthouse (pictured above) are lit as soon as dark sets in; I’m going to miss my king-sized bed and my huge desk, my reading spot on the window sill and the way I can schedule my day the way I want to; I’m going to miss the smell out in the hallway, my tiny televison (whom I have named Bert), my nightly Gilmore Girls fix and maybe most of all: The Calm.

Already, I have become attached to all of this. It’s a strange feeling.

I’m toying with the idea of re-opening my cooking site. Well, not so much a seperate website but a re-upload of those recipes I have sitting on my harddrive. I would then add things whenever I happened to have a chance to actually cook. What do you think?

One thing’s for sure.

My cooking almost always includes dairy products…

… and fruit. How green of me, right?

And if I actually had a say in it, each recipe would include unheard of amounts of chocolate…

… and marzipan.

But what’s most important is that it results in - brace yourselves - the following:

And sometimes (very often, actually) this:

I’m hungry now. I’m gonna have to work on that cooking site later. Excuse me.

I’m listening to 98.1 The Bull online all day.

They just played Home by Blake Shelton.

And all I can think of is that I do want to go home, that I want to go back to Kentucky.