Yesterday, I did some shopping and ran some errands, all the while enoying being back home: I rode my bike through glass, there’s garbage everywhere, I don’t have to look straight up to see the sky, there’s a cool breeze instead of hot, humid air (I know it was very hot a few weeks ago, and I’m glad I got back when it cooled down) and I can understand the television. But still nothing good on, of course. Edit: Oh! And brown bread!!
Then, yesterday, I confirmed once and for all that I’m back home. After coming back from the supermarket (How did the Euro work again?), a few tourists walked up to me and asked for directions to the nearest smartshop for “magic mushrooms”, haha.