on being the favorite child

After weeks of camping and generally feeling pretty feral I'm now feeling like an absolute princess in my plush white bed, in a real house, with walls, and doors and all sorts of luxuries. It's more than bizarre being back home and even more so that I'm calling it home even though it's a brand new house I've never seen before. It's quite lovely. There's a Christmas tree and carpets and proper flushing toilets, too much, TOO much. So lovely seeing mum and dad after two entire years and being treated like the favorite child that I CLEARLY am, yes yes. I'm sure the novelty will wear off soon but for now... milking it. We now live on a farming/golfing estate and I have some exploring to do, apparently there are cows, and stuff, I'm excited.