The hardest thing about being home..
Leaving someone behind that you meet, and get on with, and finally understand how things are supposed to be - That is the hardest thing about being home. I have been home a week now, my mind is still overseas in countries where I got to see and do things I have only really read about. I spent time with a good friend, and left reluctantly.
I have some posts which I am going to put up on the blog now, I had issues trying to log into wordpress, so started a blogger record. However, I really was very busy, so I didn’t log on to internet alot, I felt it was unsociable when I was staying with someone, and really, you don’t want to spend all your time on the internet when there is company.
When I didn’t go anywhere at night, we ate at home, watched a DVD and drank danish beer or Campari. Campari is very tasty. The sun set late, the sky never turned black, instead it stayed indigo. Whenever Sweden won a worldcup match, the entire area erupted with swedes screaming, then after games, they would get out in their cars and drive around beeping or walking around drunk.
I have lost weight, needed to purchase new clothes for work. Starting riding when I was overseas and continue now at home. Things are looking good, other things have left a gap in my life, however, overall.. I am getting what I want.
July 29th, 2006 at 2:36 am
Heya. Welcome back.
I do know how you feel about coming home.
I remember listening to Dido’s “Sand in My Shoes” and feeling really REALLY sad.
-F-
July 29th, 2006 at 4:31 am
i didnt realise how sad dido made me feel.. so i am not putting sad music on my mp3 player when i go away next.