it had been ages.

i feel like i have been away from home for weeks although it has only been three days, and two nights. there is something priceless about home. i crave my belongings. i sighed as i greeted my front door, and smiled at my sheets as i walked into my bedroom. my body is punishing me after eating fast food for two consecutive days. i had been itching to walk into a grocery store to make a meal, but if i'm nowhere near home, then sadly, the world is not my kitchen. carl's jr, denny's, and jack in the box seem to be synonymous only with heartburn.