all of my yesterday went to sitting in this little spot

complete with my laptop and surrounding myself with piles and piles of paperwork. the only thing missing was a nice big old cup of hot coco, and i would have been golden. too bad im poor, haha. as comfortable and warm and cozy as my little nook here in london is, it's still not home. my heart aches for my family, their silly moments at our barbecues, and this feeling of eternal love that surrounds every face i see. don't get me wrong, if i could i would live in england in a heartbeat, but they weren't kidding when they said 'home is where the heart is'.