there's a rainforest in my lungs.

getting sick the day i left home was like getting hit with a pillowcase full of bricks in my face. not nice. a little discouraging.

the fact that i came back to utah with the ground relatively clear, but then it started snowing the next day and today it's a blizzard, was like the pillowcase that hit me in the face was then emptied upon my bare feet. rude.

and now i'm in bed, covered in a blanket and the detritus of congestion and a sore throat (lozenge wrappers, clean and dirty tissues, water bottles). and even though i am staying with my most wonderful and welcoming aunt and uncle and cousin and puppy, all i want to do is go back home and bury myself in all things familiar and not crawl out again until summer. 

boo to sick days. 

good things: the candy counter on campus has the valentines candy stocked. petite sour hearts for dayzzz. i have dinner plans for every day next week, which means seeing people i love. and most importantly, one week from tomorrow, my feet will be firmly planted on english soil and all will be right in the world. 

so ready so ready so ready so ready so ready.