Confort

There are days that I miss Phoenix

And days I think I don't ever want to go back

I'm getting past the "honeymoon" phase of traveling
and into the reality where things seem less novel

So today I indulged in a few of my "comfort things"

Still working on the translation for comfort-food in French

It's funny the things you start to miss

I miss my glass jars

Thankfully, I visited a friend in Switzerland this week, where his aunt graciously bestowed to me

2
beautiful
glass
jars

Never underestimate the little things