Swing low, sweet chariot.
Well, I find myself in the blissfull unawares of being back in the Central Coast. It is kinda peacefull, with limited net access, and no phone whatsoever. Heck, I haven't even looked at the newspaper in a while. Ignorance is bliss.
Still, I'm starting to get a bit cagey. Mostly because I miss being back in my own bed, and back at my own computer. Yes, I know it sounds geeky, but I do like my computer; it is configured just like I want it, and my computer chair is worn in the exact blue print of my bottom.
I don't mind being out here, but I am kinda being held against my wanting. Not very hard, you understand, but hard enough not to let me leave. That said, I shall return tommorrow, rain, hail or shine. It isn't anything my hosts have done; in fact, they've been absolutely wonderful. But I just don't feel comfortable being so far away from people and things. I miss my sister. I miss being able to sleep in during the morning, or of staying up to ridiculous hours in the mornings. I miss not being able to do exactly what I want, even if that is to do nothign at all.
I kinda miss being by myself.
Still, I'm starting to get a bit cagey. Mostly because I miss being back in my own bed, and back at my own computer. Yes, I know it sounds geeky, but I do like my computer; it is configured just like I want it, and my computer chair is worn in the exact blue print of my bottom.
I don't mind being out here, but I am kinda being held against my wanting. Not very hard, you understand, but hard enough not to let me leave. That said, I shall return tommorrow, rain, hail or shine. It isn't anything my hosts have done; in fact, they've been absolutely wonderful. But I just don't feel comfortable being so far away from people and things. I miss my sister. I miss being able to sleep in during the morning, or of staying up to ridiculous hours in the mornings. I miss not being able to do exactly what I want, even if that is to do nothign at all.
I kinda miss being by myself.