There's no place like home

Some indicators that it must be time to go home (besides that I miss my family beyond terribly):



We've almost finished off our third box of Band Aids.

My own home cooking sounds better than another delicious four course meal.

I have an urge to cry uncontrollably when I see the four flights of stairs leading to our room at the end of the day.

I've started praying in Italian.

I no longer care that I look like a clueless American tourista if I choose to wear my tennies, shorts, and t-shirt.

I tear up every time I see a Shih Tsu.

I'm getting used to not carrying a cell phone.

My face is sore from smiling for Larry's photos.

Whenever I see a little bambino/bambina I want to hug them and tell them that their grandparents love them very much.

I'm missing t.v. in a language I understand.

I'm craving eggs for breakfast.

When suggesting another site to see, Larry's standard reply is, "I'm done!"