It's so nice to come home and play in front of my friends and family, sleep in my own bed. I'm certainly going to miss that.

It's nice staying in your own bed, that's for sure, and it's nice having family and friends come out and watch you. But I think, if anything, it can be more of a distraction than anything, with trying to make sure everybody has tickets and things like that. It can be a little hectic.

We were hoping to play at home so friends and family members could see us. If they want to support us, they're going to have to go to a little warmer weather.

Home is the wallpaper above the bed, the family dinner table, the church bells in the morning, the bruised shins of the playground, the small fears that come with dusk, the streets and squares and monuments and shops that constitute one's first universe.

We were nervous going to the funeral home because we didn't know how they felt about our family. But we discussed it. We wanted them to know we were there for them.

We always write home to let our family and friends know what we're doing.