How I know I'm ready to come home

- Every time I see a McDonalds I think "hey, free washrooms!" (pay washrooms are the devil)
- I can list every item of clothing I own (ready? Black fleece, blue hoodie, blue sweater, raincoat in a bag, jean capris, beige capris, greenish long pants, white, red, blue, purple, 2 black tanktops, blue and white tshirts, 6 pairs of undies, 2 pairs of blue socks, walking sandals, flip flops, smooshy trainers, sports bra, plain bra, fancy bra, PJ pants and top, bathing suit).
- People walking around with gigantic guns seems perfectly normal to me. In fact, just about everything seems perfectly normal to me
- If I see one more church, mosque, synagogue, or other holy place, I may go insane
- I'm starting to think that Crocs (those hideous shoes) would be a good thing to own. I've even tried a pair or two on.
- My camera (the second) is in the process of being checked into rehab for "exhaustion"
-The following things excite me way more than they should - laundry machines, English books (preferably used or exchanged), people who speak English
- I am starting to think in Hebrew
- When I speak, I've taken to using hand gestures, extremely basic words, and speaking extremely slowly. Yeah, even if the person I'm speaking with is an Anglophone
- I'd love a big old Poutine and a game of pickup ice hockey right now. No idea how I'd manage those at the same time, but trust me I'd find a way.
-Shakira is starting to feel like an old friend
-...which is because I have no idea what songs have been released in the past 6 months. Seriously, all they play here is Shakira... ("Shakira, Shakira)
- I am covered in Mozzie bites, the bottoms of my feet are once again peeling off, and I have scabs. Everywhere. I have no idea why, but my skin seems to be fleeing my body.
- Socks and sandals seems to have become an acceptable outfit (layers!)
- The thought of losing my compass/rape whistle/thermometer (broken so it's always 28 degrees outside/magnifying glass makes me want to cry
- I have trouble naming, in order, all the places I've seen
- I often forget which country I'm in
- My boyfriend is threatening to become my ex boyfriend
- Washing a shirt once every 3 wears is starting to seem normal
- My backpack is breaking, and has recently acquired a skin disease of it's own
- Spending Halloween in shorts feels disturbingly normal. Much more of this and I'm afraid I'll never be able to reajust to that weird white stuff y'all have in Canada
-I have no idea what most my people in Canada is actually up to at the moment. Where do you live? Where do you work? Oh, you're back at school? Yeah...
-I'm pretty sure everyone has forgotten what I look like.
- I want to cook for myself, in my own kitchen!
- I am so sick of answering the following questions - where I'm from, how long I've been traveling, when I'm going home, where I've been...
- Everything I own smells like backpacker.
- Spending time with a friend I've known for more than 3 days would be unbelievably cool.
- A day spent in front of a TV, reading, at a coffee shop, doing nothing wouldn't be cause for guilt anymore!
- I should start training for that marathon I plan to run (one day).
- Winter is coming to Europe, and I don't have enough money to escape to somewhere in the southern hemisphere (summer again?)
-In fact, I don't have any money at all