The Lizzie Bennet Diaries

Weee're back!! We're back back back back back!

It is so nice to be in my own room, and have my own stuff, and my own Charlotte!

It's been way too long. - Tell me about it.

- I won't ever leave again. - Don't make promises you can't keep.

- Stop crushing my buzz. - Well, I am happy that you're back.

And, I'm not the only one! Lest you think that Jane and Bing eloped,

like my mother wishes, Jane is back, too.

- Hi! - And everything is as it should be.

My name is Lizzie Bennet and... now we group hug.

Pig piiiile!

It is so pleasant to have ones house to ones self again.

Although it is interesting to know that for a house that was supposedly under construction

to the point of being UNlivable... it looks pretty much the same.

Mom's insisting that it was all foundation work,

but we know it was all part of her convoluted plan.

In any case, it's good to be home.

We were at Netherfield for a month. An entire month.

I'm pretty sure Bing earned some kind of sainthood

for putting up with house guests for so long,

but then again, how many homes have a guest "wing"?

And seriously… who names their house?

Lizzie, you should be nicer. After all, they were very nice to us.

Bing and Caroline and even Darcy.

Not even you can pretend Darcy was nice. Come on, you have to be happy to be home.

We were there for a while.

Ah! But you know who thought we weren't there long enough?

JANE! Why on earth would you come home when you had him in your cluuuutches.

In your cluuuuutches - Mom didn't say clutches.

You should have stayed. Sealed the deal, gotten pregnant even!

I was planning a spring wedding. - But Mom, no eh, Lizzie!!

You're just delaying the inevitable!

Why, now we may not get the church for a summer ceremony...

We might have to wait until fall!

Okay, I'm going to go finish unpacking.

It's your fault if I die without GRANDBABIES!!

So, now that I'm here, I'm certain you're wondering what happens next.

I… don't… know.

VidCon was fantastic and Netherfield was like a vacation,

but there's nothing like an email from school to rip you back into reality.

Apparently, it's time to start considering what

classes I will take for my last year of grad school.