Coming Home

"Well hot and heavy, pumpkin pie, chocolate, candy, Jesus Christ - there ain't nothin' please me more than you."
- Edward Sharpe and the Magnetic Zeros, Home

I want to apologize to my two loyal readers, Love and Wrecking Ball, for the break in posts. But you both know I've been busy, having all kinds of adventures, most of which I remember well (the St Patrick's Day post will have a few gaps in it, most noticeably whether or not I ate some enchiladas).

I am indeed going to talk about every day of the road trip, but first I want to talk about how I've felt since I came back.

I find that I miss Wrecking Ball a lot more when he's not around - being with someone almost 24 hours a day for six days will do that to you. I find that I feel a lot more comfortable around him; I can admit to having bodily functions now. You really can't deny that you pee like a normal person if you spend nine hours in a car with someone. I also feel really separate from the rest of this city. This feeling is going away faster than the others, but I still feel rather unattached and adrift. The ease with which I was able to leave the city for almost a week was eye opening. I didn't really miss home at all. I have a strong feeling that it would take me a while before I started to miss anything. I really want to see more of the world. I don't see why I shouldn't. I have to pay off my tuition and my student loan (which are pretty much the same amount) and then I can do whatever I want. I will only be taking two courses next semester (those two sciences I need for nursing) so I should be able to work enough hours during the year that I can go somewhere neat this time next year. Love and I were talking about going to Cuba this August. I need to do some serious math so I can let her know now whether or not it looks possible. It sounds doable right now, but I'm afraid to look seriously at it. I should start looking for a second job for the summer.

I'll do posts about the individual days of the trip, plus the Saturday before I left and St. Patrick's Day, tomorrow. I think everyone will agree that I should go to bed because it is 5:20 and I should have gone to sleep hours ago.