It's weird adjusting to being at home. Meg was laughing to me today about how she has a hard time sleeping in her soft bed, and prefers the floor to a good night's rest. I'm not that far in. She was talking about how all our habits have changed, from being on the road to now.

1. Our eating habits -- On the road, it's greasy Taco Bell, Subway, or a random Mexican restaurant for our daily meals. Not to mention our meals are spread out so awkwardly sometimes. At home, it's waking up in the morning, COOKING OURSELVES some scrambled eggs for breakfast, taking our vitamins, and cutting fresh apples, celery, and carrots to make fresh squeezed juice in my Mom's juice maker. I love to cook, so for dinner or lunch, I'll make my family homemade fettuccini alfredo, or fresh salsa and chips. When we're home, we tend to eat very healthy, and unfortunately, a lot more.

2. Our exercise habits -- On the road, we sit in the van for seven hours a day. I remember one time when Meg and I spread sheets on the van floor and both laid on our sides trying to do curls, and leg Pilates, and sit-ups. Nick complained that he couldn't see in the rearview mirror and that it was bothering him, while the others just looked at us like we were crazy. After that, the most exercise we ever got was during our 40-minute shows. At home, it's a simple trip to the gym everyday. Run for 45 minutes, and get the heck out of there. Boy, do I HATE the gym.

3. Sleeping habits change -- Uhm...we get a bed. Enough said.

4. Gross, I know, but our...uhm...peeing habits change -- In the van, we didn't drink a lot of liquids on purpose because, according to all the boys in the band, "Meg and I have the smallest bladders ever," and, "If we have to pull over one more time...!" One time, as I was sitting in the passenger seat, and Meg was sitting in the very back, she texted me and it said, "How full is the gas tank? I gotta pee so bad!" At home, I think I drink over the "health and doctor required" eight cups of water, use the restroom at leisure, and shower at leisure... It's pretty amazing.

But at the same time, our house is so quiet. Sometimes I miss those long and loud nights. I miss sleeping in a room with six other people (I'm VERY scared of the dark...not even kidding). And sometimes, I hate to say this, I miss our milkshake parties late at night from Wendy's or some random fast food stop.

Home and tour...

Two separate things, two separate lives, and two separate Dias.

Gotta run. Gotta take my lil' sister to her tennis match and help my Mom with dinner.

-- Dia