I start each morning off reaching my hand out from underneath the same pillow, unraveling my legs from the same blanket, and placing my feet on the same carpet. "So?" you might say. Well, I'll have you know I haven't had the pleasure of being in the same place, let alone MY place, for more than a day in the past three months! My toothbrush is my next target, which I grasp eagerly from my toothbrush holder in my bathroom. I take a shower in my shower, standing on my tile, washing and scrubbing with my soap and my shampoo and shave with my razor. (Getting a bit redundant? Oh, I'm just getting started!)

I pat myself with my fluffy neon green oversize towel. I go directly to my closet where I can reach for my clothes all hung and arranged according to my preferences. I have hair accessories and appliances enough for a whole colony of over-zealous young women. I smile gingerly as I curl, comb, and tease a 'do, which I can take any amount of time to render because I'm not rushed on stage in 15 minutes. In my kitchen, which houses my pantry, a whole array of my pick of sugary cereals, sodium-packed potato chips, and paper kitchenware all are mine for the taking. No more Pop Tarts and day-old Krispy Kreme from the gas station!

I have developed a routine, which I aim to complete each day. I usually try to work in working out, practicing guitar and vocals, and spend the rest of the evening writing songs. After I become so buried under melody and poems, I take a little break and find a juicy mind-numbing reality show to gaze at so that I might daydream about being the cute hunk of the show's girl. And then I return to my room where I come to my senses, return to reality, and stop wondering just how the starlet got her hair that way...

There aren't a lot of people to interact with anymore. No fans, no band, no promoter, or tour manager. But my family's here, and I have more than enough adventures with my adorable little sisters. Haha. I've got to relate to you a story that happened today. My little 11-year-old sister was finding a tasty snack for our dog Gemmy (which they named after me. It's my name backwards!). She found frozen bacon bits that had been left out accidentally on the counter. She ran up to my dad and said, "Dad, can I feed this to Gemmy?" "But of course you can darling", he replied, "Why ever would you not?" She looked up at him quite perplexed and said, pointing with a dismayed finger at the label of the bag, "But Daddy, it 'perished'!" Get it? The label said "perishable goods." Haha. I've never laughed so hard.

You see -- that's why it's good to be home. To be here when moments like that happen. To just BE and to just BE HERE. It's a lovely thing. Of course, I can't wait to get back out on the road again. I've only got two weeks left of home sweet home. See ya'll soon!

Meg