Since I Left Germany

It's been 9 days since I left Germany. And while I don't cry as much- I still want to go back. But the hurt is fading. Thomas still says he wants to come. Melly and friends say they want to visit. Will I ever see any of them again? I don't know. Time will tell.

I've taken the opportunity to hang out with my friends. I've gotten coffee (or smoothie in my case) with Jessica. I've hung with Annie and Betsy, and I'm looking forward to a reunion with my friends on Friday. There are bright spots. But there's a lot of sadness.

Coming home has felt like stepping through a portal. Two lives both lived by me- but completely different still. The food here is... delicious- but my tummy isn't used to it and it sits strangely. I've also had an obscene amount of headaches since coming home. I'm stressed beyond belief over having no job prospects (no matter how hard I look) and having even less money.

While I'm thankful my parents have let me settle back under their roof- my dad reminds me constantly that the roof and food aren't free and there's a price to be paid for all of it. This price comes with me doing things for him and not looking for jobs. (granted- I could be doing that now- but I've pretty much given up hope. I'm going to go the temp route).

Holly had her eye removed last Friday. One of her eyes was all scarred over, red and swollen. We decided to go ahead and have it taken out for reasons I don't think you really want to hear. She is now my pirate puppy who we have decided to teach to say "Arrrrr"- she's getting closer.

Oh, and I got one grade back. I have an A in my 1960's class. Was there any doubt? :D

Hello Boys. I'm Baaaccckkk!!!

So I'm back in KC, and all I know is that this is going to have to be a short blog today because my internal clock is all messed up. I got in at about 3am this morning. Which meant that I had been up for 29 hours straight. I was sooooo tired. And.... yeah, and, my parents weren't there when I landed to complete the trip with a sentimental meeting because of the terribleness of the snow. First they didn't know when or if I had landed, and the roads in KC weren't looking so good either. I was in bed by 3:30am, cuddled up with my puppy- who had originally snubbed me, but eventually gave in to the undying love she holds for me.

This morning my mom offered to make me any breakfast I wanted- I requested biscuits and gravy. Mmmmm. Then I went to visit the girls that I used to nanny. They were great. I got christmas presents and we played hide and go seek and a electronic version of Life. It was really fun. I'm going to have to go see them a few more times while I'm home.

Then I went to my brother's house up north in KCMO, where my parents had gone up to. Mom, Dad, Toby (my brother), Nikki (who is Toby's girlfriend) and I went out to eat at a Mexican restaurant then went back to Toby's to watch Dark Knight. I slept through most of the movie (don't worry, I've seen it before) and now I'm here. Typing to you. Okay, consider yourself updated. I'm going to go sleep now. ZZZZzzzzzz

Two Weeks and Counting...

I believe strongly that stomach flu should be like chicken pox- you should only have to suffer it once... of course, I was the kid who got it twice- even though that is NOT supposed to happen. What can I say? As one of my favorite book characters would say: "I am a riddle wrapped in an engima drenched in Big Mac special sauce."


But alas, the great bug of stomach ickiness has come and attacked me. Again.

Joy

*Rolls Eyes*

Okay, but this blog is not about that... entirely. No, this blog is about the fact that I am anxiously waiting/dreading going home in 2 weeks. That's right, two weeks from now I will be hurling myself into the sky in a tincan filled to brimming with my fellow sardines- braving the December weather and hoping and praying until my eyes bulge out that we won't get delayed. (Honestly, 17 hours of travel time is enough, thank you very much.)

I can't wait to get home... even though I have been enjoying Europe tons and I have a trip to Barcelona planned for two weeks after I get back. I just miss the familiar. Like driving my car, eating Mom's cooking, 30 theater-ed Movie theaters (oh the selection, oh the rapture!), like going to thrift shops, Target, used bookstores and last but not least: MY DOG!!!!

I tried to bring her with me. Really I did. See.

But she just wouldn't fit. The more I tried to squeeze her in, the more she would squeak. And although she may sometimes resemble a rat- she just doesn't naturally squeak. She does however have other amazing ablities. Check this out:

Oh yeah, my puppy kicks booty!