This time next week I’ll be back in the States for three weeks, I
miss my family, I’m going crazy, I need to hear English and see a
friendly face. I hesitate to say vacation because while I’m there
I figured I might as well get a few of the ‘annuals’ out of the
way. Since I’ve never heard of anyone planning their vacation
around getting their boobs squashed flat with two cold steamrollers and
their private yum yums poked and prodded, I’m just saying this is my
sanity saver. Everyday the list of things to do while home
grows. Thankfully most are just phone calls to companies that
don’t have int’l numbers. But sometime while I’m there I need to
get my eyes checked, see approx how much furnished apts run, scope out
a few used/new cars,. and do other odds and ends.
Then, I’m going to run from one end of the state to the other to see
friends who thinks it makes more sense for me to go another three or
four hours than for them to get in the car. Never mind the fact
that I will drive three and a half hours just to get to the Frankfurt
airport and then fly for 7 hours, then sit in Atlanta for a couple
hours before getting on another flight and finally driving another 45
minutes to where my sis lives. No problem people … what’s
another 3 hour drive. Don’t let me interrupt your weekend.
As you can see I have some ambivalence about going home.
Sometimes it just seems like a pain in the keister. Other times I
want to be able to see my daughters so badly that I would go around the
world twice just to be able to look across the room and see their
smile. While I dread the actual traveling part of the trip, I
can’t wait to be there. Does this makes any sense?



















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