Ah, so! :) At least it's not buried under fifteen tonnes of clothing and random items, like mine is. Must get job, so can get space to breath again. :) But nah, actually, it's nice to be home, at least for a while. In a few months I'll have to decide between wonderful beloved parents and small-siblings on the one hand and Independent Spiffy Personal Space on the other. For now, I'm enjoying raiding a fridge that's not mine. :D