Ok, I am in Arizona, and I keep looking up to see if the turtle is going to crawl off the desk.
Confused? Me too. How did I get here? Why am I so homesick?
I just talked to one of my friends in Chicago and she says it is 60 degrees and rainy. Ugh. I layed out all day... but I still feel empty and like I would rather be there.
You know your life is fun and fufilling when you are homesick on vacation.
Don't get me wrong, this has been nice. Relaxing. Catching up on sleep has been key! I guess I am used to the general chaos that has become my life. I thrive on it. I miss it. I love my roommates. I love my neighbors. I miss them. Even in the 90 degree, perfect sunny weather doesn't mean a damn thing if you have no one to share it with.
Sure, there is Corey. But he is distant. So am I . Things are not the same between us. Which is a good and bad thing all wrapped into one. I think we have drifted apart. This will be my last trip out to see him, I think. Of course, I will keep in touch, but I want to take my next vacation with a group of friends somewhere really fun. Vegas? It has been great to be payed for laying around, reading and drinking margaritas. Can't beat it. So I am not going to take anything in Chicago for granted anymore (but I will still bitch about the weather). I am glad I came here. It opened my eyes to all the possibilities this summer holds and how much fun I may be able to milk out of it. I am ready!