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As most of you will know, I'm back home. And a little sad for it. Despite the occasional mess ups, overall I had a fantastic time. America was just different enough to be slightly confusing and exiting, and just similar enough to be comforting in its similarity.
I did observe a lot of things. America as a country seems so much more consumer driven. There's -so- many shopping centers within a short distance of each other that it's a little mind boggling when you come from the sort of environment I did. And not only are there so many of them, so many of them are -enourmous-. Even Target sells groceries. There's a million other things as well, but overall it's a pleasant environment.
We went out to eat a lot which I found a little uncomfortable because the portions were so big. And of course, because Peter paid for it, I felt obligated to eat at much as possible, even to the point of being sick. As a result, I swear I've put on ten kilos.
I'm sure none of you really care about my perceptions though, and are dying to know how it turned out with Peter.
Well... I suppose I can start at the start.
Boarding the plane in Sydney was one of the most nerve wracking experiences of my life. I was nervous about flying alone, nervous about the changeovers, nervous about what it would all be like. And once on the plane, and for the following hours until I arrived in Florida... I couldn't sleep. Eventually though, I got to Florida. I confess that by this time most of my nerves had died down, but I think it was mostly due to being numb from lack of sleep. But I walked down the walkway, I saw him sitting there, waiting for me. And of course, I'm thinking 'Oh no, what do I do, what do I say? Is this going to be awkward? Are we going to take an instant dislike to each other?' All I could do was hug him and hope like hell this was all going to work out. I guess it was a tiny bit awkward for the first few minutes. Simply through shyness, even though I was already comfortable with him.
We slept in the same bed that first night, and every night after, and it was so wonderful, just being able to roll over and touch him, or listen to him breathing. I can't begin to express how right it felt after all that time, that build up. I woke up once or twice, and could barely hold back from crying. I was just so relieved that it was all okay for now.
The following three weeks went entirely too quickly. I got annoyed on occasion, but it was mostly frustration. I'm not used to not being able to do what I want, when I want, and I'm not very good at sitting still for so long.
The only disappointing part about the trip was that we didn't get enough photos.
I guess it's funny. I just spent three weeks with Peter, and I can't give you accurate perceptions. I mean, there are things he does that piss me off. I hate when he mocks my laugh. I hate how he doesn't think about whether he's putting pressure on me to leave something before I'm ready.
But I also love the way he smiles when he's not thinking about how silly he -thinks- he looks when he does. He has the most adorable smile, and I wish he could realise that! I love that he is generous, and that he rarely failed to bring me a drink when he got one. I love how he'd offer me things. Something so simple is touching.
Peter's family is also amazing, and the house was lovely. It was the most wonderful three weeks of my life, being completely spoiled and having no pressure or expectations placed on me. I'm devastated to be back to real life!
I did observe a lot of things. America as a country seems so much more consumer driven. There's -so- many shopping centers within a short distance of each other that it's a little mind boggling when you come from the sort of environment I did. And not only are there so many of them, so many of them are -enourmous-. Even Target sells groceries. There's a million other things as well, but overall it's a pleasant environment.
We went out to eat a lot which I found a little uncomfortable because the portions were so big. And of course, because Peter paid for it, I felt obligated to eat at much as possible, even to the point of being sick. As a result, I swear I've put on ten kilos.
I'm sure none of you really care about my perceptions though, and are dying to know how it turned out with Peter.
Well... I suppose I can start at the start.
Boarding the plane in Sydney was one of the most nerve wracking experiences of my life. I was nervous about flying alone, nervous about the changeovers, nervous about what it would all be like. And once on the plane, and for the following hours until I arrived in Florida... I couldn't sleep. Eventually though, I got to Florida. I confess that by this time most of my nerves had died down, but I think it was mostly due to being numb from lack of sleep. But I walked down the walkway, I saw him sitting there, waiting for me. And of course, I'm thinking 'Oh no, what do I do, what do I say? Is this going to be awkward? Are we going to take an instant dislike to each other?' All I could do was hug him and hope like hell this was all going to work out. I guess it was a tiny bit awkward for the first few minutes. Simply through shyness, even though I was already comfortable with him.
We slept in the same bed that first night, and every night after, and it was so wonderful, just being able to roll over and touch him, or listen to him breathing. I can't begin to express how right it felt after all that time, that build up. I woke up once or twice, and could barely hold back from crying. I was just so relieved that it was all okay for now.
The following three weeks went entirely too quickly. I got annoyed on occasion, but it was mostly frustration. I'm not used to not being able to do what I want, when I want, and I'm not very good at sitting still for so long.
The only disappointing part about the trip was that we didn't get enough photos.
I guess it's funny. I just spent three weeks with Peter, and I can't give you accurate perceptions. I mean, there are things he does that piss me off. I hate when he mocks my laugh. I hate how he doesn't think about whether he's putting pressure on me to leave something before I'm ready.
But I also love the way he smiles when he's not thinking about how silly he -thinks- he looks when he does. He has the most adorable smile, and I wish he could realise that! I love that he is generous, and that he rarely failed to bring me a drink when he got one. I love how he'd offer me things. Something so simple is touching.
Peter's family is also amazing, and the house was lovely. It was the most wonderful three weeks of my life, being completely spoiled and having no pressure or expectations placed on me. I'm devastated to be back to real life!