Continuing with the sentiment from the last post, am I going to have a country to return to?
What the hell is going on DC?
I leave for 14 months and this is what happens?
And why is Sarah Palin's name still in the press?
Saturday, September 12, 2009
Thursday, September 10, 2009
Byron Bay
Throughout my entire trip, I have missed my family and friends. But within the last month I have just begun to crave home. What specifically? . . . . just about Everything.
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I miss setting down to the dinner table with my family. My dad trying to retell jokes from David Letterman the night before, but never quite remembering the punch lines.
His always being the first to laugh in hopes that it will catch on. It always does but not for the reason he intended. My mom is always quick to shoot a discouraging look at my brother and I, but deep down you can see she is trying to prevent herself from joining us.
I miss my car. My sweet, sweet car. I miss driving around familiar streets on the right side of the road. Or driving around DC or on 66 at night, and having the road to yourself, knowing that within several hours the road will become a parking lot.
I miss looking my friends in the eyes when I talk to them.
I miss taking trips to Harrisburg for Christmas, Thanksgiving, or whoever's birthday it is at that time; the good cooking, playing with my cousins and catching up.
I miss walking up to my house and having Maddie (my cat) come bounding out of a bush covered in dirt. And stopping just within arms reach so that you can pet her.
If had to book my tickets now, I would be home within in the month instead of the 2 and half months I still have remaining. Dont get me wrong, I am enjoying myself and will continue to do so for the next several months but I think I have achieved what it is I set out to and now am ready to come back.
Byron is a beautiful, chilled-out spot and have been really enjoying it, but again I am just ready for home.
.
.
I miss setting down to the dinner table with my family. My dad trying to retell jokes from David Letterman the night before, but never quite remembering the punch lines.
His always being the first to laugh in hopes that it will catch on. It always does but not for the reason he intended. My mom is always quick to shoot a discouraging look at my brother and I, but deep down you can see she is trying to prevent herself from joining us.
I miss my car. My sweet, sweet car. I miss driving around familiar streets on the right side of the road. Or driving around DC or on 66 at night, and having the road to yourself, knowing that within several hours the road will become a parking lot.
I miss looking my friends in the eyes when I talk to them.
I miss taking trips to Harrisburg for Christmas, Thanksgiving, or whoever's birthday it is at that time; the good cooking, playing with my cousins and catching up.
I miss walking up to my house and having Maddie (my cat) come bounding out of a bush covered in dirt. And stopping just within arms reach so that you can pet her.
If had to book my tickets now, I would be home within in the month instead of the 2 and half months I still have remaining. Dont get me wrong, I am enjoying myself and will continue to do so for the next several months but I think I have achieved what it is I set out to and now am ready to come back.
Byron is a beautiful, chilled-out spot and have been really enjoying it, but again I am just ready for home.
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