Shana~
There's nothing like sleeping in your own bed.
That saying is true. Since we landed at Heathrow Airport on Saturday morning and Ubered to our respective homes, it's what I've been doing. Of course, because it's all I've been doing, I have no food in my apartment—well, other than a few open boxes of cereal that may or may not be stale upon my return. The only thing worth trying to consume in the refrigerator—since I can't exactly drink condiments—is apple juice, and if I were a betting woman, I'd wager that it is close to fermentation at this point.
Basically, the only safe risks are the water bottles, but they don't do much for nourishment.
With the exception of the sandwich and chips Stephen brought over Saturday night, I haven't given eating too much thought.
Or...unpacki
