Wish You Were Here

Homesickness strikes at the strangest times.

Today, as per most days that I am working, I get done at 6. However, today being Tuesday, I begin to take classes tonight. Since I work at a Graduate Institute, I am allowed to take one class free each semester. For most people, that wouldn’t be a big deal. However, the reason that I am starting classes a week late is because I couldn’t decide which free class to take. I settled on Buddhist Meditation I which, again, to most people would not sound that interesting. Me on the other hand, excited like woah. But I digress.

So, I have an hour between getting done with work and beginning my class. I was going to walk home, since I am only 3 blocks away but decided that I would go home, stare at the wall for 20 minutes, then walk back. So as I was walking down the hallway with my backpack on, I thought “Maybe I’ll call AlexMac to go get dinner before class.” Shit.

You see, the problem is I’m no longer in the same town as where I went to school. I’m no longer in the same area code. I’m barely in the same state. Long story short, I like my new apartment, my new town, my new job. I just wish my old one came with me. It sucks not being across town from everyone. Even if that usually involved a bike ride through the crazy traffic and usually was accompanied by pouring rain, crazy snow and amazingly high-velocity winds. I can deal with that. It’s the 2 hour car ride that separates us now that is a little more difficult to deal with.

Moral of the story: I miss you all.

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~ by sisypheanfeat on 2 September, 2008.

2 Responses to “Wish You Were Here”

  1. I miss you too.
    Like whoa.

  2. *HUGS* Oh god, I miss you too. I want you to randomly show up and want to go to dinner. I would have loved to get that call. It would be wonderful to bring certain pieces of your old life into the new. At least we’re not that far away. And there’s always that phone call.

    UGH! Miss you.

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