Nice things.
It is nice being home. It is nice to be able to watch my Mom's favorite tv shows with my Mom. It is nice to be able to curl up and knit or read around the 20 year old cat. It is nice to wake up to a note from my Dad asking if I have time to do the dishes and another from My Mom asking me to run to the store. Its fun to make the cat lunch (she's a spoiled little 20 year old cat that gets ground beef. ) Its also fun to play scrabble over a wireless network that I've set up because the people my Dad paid to set it up were morons (or at least incapable of communication with their clients) whilst drinking coffee and watching the snow fall.
Its nice to go through the tea stash that I worked so hard to build (and that has clearly been added to whilst I was gone). It is nice to have some of the lemon-flavored green roibos with my Mom and then after she's gone to bed have Millenium mint with my Dad.
And, snow. Lots and lots of snow. And, ice. I'm not as fond of the ice.
It is also nice to go on sale-hunting shopping trips. There is nothing like a January sales shopping trip. Especially now that all of my American PhD applications are out of the way.
