I've come home with my belly full of gorgeous food and a bit of a sunburn on my chest and my legs.
I've also come home with salami, cheese, ham, parmesan and the biscuits of my childhood.
I've brought home with me a kind of family heirloom, a silverware coffee and tea set (with a teapot, coffee pot, milk jug and sugar bowl), copy of a baroque set from the 30s that used to be my grandmother's.
I've come home to lots of interviews for my research, three today, which brings me up to five done, fifteen to go.
I've come home to a lovely bright Oxford, with sunshine and summer breeze, still chilly but definitely pretty.
I've come home to find a copy of hospital, the latest Toby Litt book, which I've already started reading, and new dvds, which makes me feel fuzzy inside.
but most of all I've come home to my lovely friends, and even though that meant leaving another home where my parents are, it's amazing.
In other good news, my 'home' is expanding soon, since we will be moving into our one bedroom flat in two weeks, and I'm getting a little office in the library where i can do my work.
I feel incredibly regenerated, and also incredibly tired. Time to unpack.