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WHAT! I'm at home? Singing 'Enger-land, Enger-land, Enger-land' and 'JoeCole,JoeColeJoeColeJoeCole' at the top of my lungs? Still spitting whenever I hear Cristiano Ronaldo's name?

Yes, but also eating dim sum, giving indian rug burns to my little brother, snuggling my nose into my kittens' furry bodies, and playing the Sims 2.

My muscles hurt like nobody's business after 24 hours of plane travel.

I am scared to start driving again.

My life revolves around England even more than it used to. It is time to re-read my favorite Henry VIII book.