The "Coming Home" effect...

... my house is BIG. For the amount of space it takes to walk from the picture window to the kitchen fridge I think I could trip it out to my boy's kitchen and then back to his room at least 10 times.

My bathroom is big. Instead of this tiny sink to balance my toothbrush on I actually have a vanity where I can stick umpteen little bottles (or lille) of cream, face cleanser stuff, face cream, nailpolish... eek.

I've decided that North America is all about the BIG. Waistlines, servings of food, even property wise. I suppose this comes from spending 3 weeks in a tiny, 500 sq ft. apartment but well living space in Europe is precious, tiny, and bloody expensive.

I've found that every time I come home from a Europe-ish trip, I always have space problems. As in ... it used to take me 10 footprints to get to the kitchen. Now it takes that x 10? 20? to even manage to make it across the kitchen.

On another note...

Jeg elsker Andre-skat!