I've "come home" three times in the past month. First was coming home to the United States; second was coming home to Provo, UT; third was coming home to the parents' house in St. Louis, MO. It seems that every time I have "come home" in the past month, I've done the same things: Eat at a favorite cafe, go shoe shopping, and then hit up the bakery. This is a pattern in my life I don't see a need to change.
|hot boba tea in L.A.|
|thrift shoe shopping in Hollywood|