So yes. I am back in the U.S. of A. I made it home safely, jet-lagged but triumphant, and have been alternately running around like a maniac and desperately trying to sleep it all off. Gary keeps coming home to me passed out on the couch because I'm confused about time zones and think it's appropriate to go to sleep at 8:30pm (London time 12:30am) and then I keep waking up at 4:30am (London time: 9:30am), and then I hate myself for being a spazz.
Thanksgiving didn't help matters either, making me even more effed up on days. I kept operating on the notion that I was one day ahead than I actually was, thinking Saturday was Sunday, etc.
Still, I was glad to be home for Thanksgiving. It was a lovely holiday, filled with lots of food, family and happiness. I love Thanksgiving so much. It's such a wonderful excuse for my family to get together and hang -- we played board games and poker, my uncle made a fire, my cousin played some music, and we all chillaxed together. Not even a 4 hour political argument between my Dad and cousins could damper things (note to my cousins: Wanna know why no one else came into that room? Because we all know better than to argue with my Dad, who is impossible), and we were able to find a great deal of humor in the situation.
My trip was wonderful, you guys. And as glad as I am to see everyone again and as happy I am to not be living out of a suitcase anymore, I miss it there. I miss London. I miss Dublin. I knew this would happen, of course -- we all knew this would happen. I wish I could scoop all of you into my pockets and take you with me and we could all live in the UK together. Because I felt perfectly at home there, comfortable and happy.
But it's back to regular life for now. I have a butt-load of work to do for school (hey, who knew missing two weeks of classes would put me so far behind? Gah!), my apartment desperately needs to be cleaned, I need to sort through the photos I took while there (I'm only 200 frames in right now), I have a busy work-week, and I'm trying to catch up with all of you fine folks to tell stories. Plus, this weekend is Renee's Farewell Weekend, and I have to mentally prepare for saying goodbye to one of my favorite people. Last night I had dinner at Kelly's and we had this conversation:
"Kelly, Renee is leaving soon!"
"I don't want to talk about it."
"I know!"
"What will we do?"
"I don't know! I can't imagine her not being around."
"I KNOW. Stop talking about it. I'm going to cry."
"For real."
It's so big and exciting though, what Renee is doing. So we can't fault her, we're just going to miss her. A lot. Still, gives me a reason to travel to Chicago. I've already made mental plans to head out that way for St. Patrick's Day, because Renee and Joe! have already promised to take me to the south side and introduce me to all the hot Irish boys there.
Meanwhile, I still have more travel stories for all of you internet friends, and sadly little time to post them, thanks mostly to my wireless internet being jenked up again. Verizon DSL, you're on notice. One more month of this crap and Comcast is my new boyfriend.
Thanksgiving didn't help matters either, making me even more effed up on days. I kept operating on the notion that I was one day ahead than I actually was, thinking Saturday was Sunday, etc.
Still, I was glad to be home for Thanksgiving. It was a lovely holiday, filled with lots of food, family and happiness. I love Thanksgiving so much. It's such a wonderful excuse for my family to get together and hang -- we played board games and poker, my uncle made a fire, my cousin played some music, and we all chillaxed together. Not even a 4 hour political argument between my Dad and cousins could damper things (note to my cousins: Wanna know why no one else came into that room? Because we all know better than to argue with my Dad, who is impossible), and we were able to find a great deal of humor in the situation.
My trip was wonderful, you guys. And as glad as I am to see everyone again and as happy I am to not be living out of a suitcase anymore, I miss it there. I miss London. I miss Dublin. I knew this would happen, of course -- we all knew this would happen. I wish I could scoop all of you into my pockets and take you with me and we could all live in the UK together. Because I felt perfectly at home there, comfortable and happy.
But it's back to regular life for now. I have a butt-load of work to do for school (hey, who knew missing two weeks of classes would put me so far behind? Gah!), my apartment desperately needs to be cleaned, I need to sort through the photos I took while there (I'm only 200 frames in right now), I have a busy work-week, and I'm trying to catch up with all of you fine folks to tell stories. Plus, this weekend is Renee's Farewell Weekend, and I have to mentally prepare for saying goodbye to one of my favorite people. Last night I had dinner at Kelly's and we had this conversation:
"Kelly, Renee is leaving soon!"
"I don't want to talk about it."
"I know!"
"What will we do?"
"I don't know! I can't imagine her not being around."
"I KNOW. Stop talking about it. I'm going to cry."
"For real."
It's so big and exciting though, what Renee is doing. So we can't fault her, we're just going to miss her. A lot. Still, gives me a reason to travel to Chicago. I've already made mental plans to head out that way for St. Patrick's Day, because Renee and Joe! have already promised to take me to the south side and introduce me to all the hot Irish boys there.
Meanwhile, I still have more travel stories for all of you internet friends, and sadly little time to post them, thanks mostly to my wireless internet being jenked up again. Verizon DSL, you're on notice. One more month of this crap and Comcast is my new boyfriend.
Labels: 8K in the UK, Catch-up, Travel
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You're going to make me cry. Stop it.
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