Where the heart is
Friday I head home for three weeks! The weather in Juneau has been beautiful the last few weeks and I've been envious. I went from Alaska winter to a few months of New Zealand fall and now winter (it even snowed today!). A little alaskan summer will be just right. And while I've enjoyed being here, I miss home and Jamie. For the love of all that is holy do I miss Jamie.
I easily refer to Abbey College as home when I'm here, though it may just be where I hang my hat. Although that's not really fair - I am making friends with some wonderful people and have started feeling stirrings of actual affection for a few =+)
Jamie's dad is very sick, but the prognosis is hopeful. I hadn't planned on stopping in Minnesota during this trip, but it occurred to me last week that during the next break I get I should be spending all my time in the field. So I go to my Minnesota home.
Stopping at my Seattle home was never in question. My mom positioned herself well so that anytime I come or go from Juneau the plane must stop where she lives, and I die a little of guilt if I pass straight through. I'm looking forward to seeing her this time, and maybe kicking my brother's lazy, unsure-of-himself a**.
And my almost trans-Pacific flight leaves from LAX near midnight on the 11th of July. If I were to stop in San Francisco on the 10th would I be able to see any of you? Maybe catch a flight to LA late on the 11th? Though I don't say it often enough (or hell, really ever) I seem to have left a piece of my heart in San Francisco...
I easily refer to Abbey College as home when I'm here, though it may just be where I hang my hat. Although that's not really fair - I am making friends with some wonderful people and have started feeling stirrings of actual affection for a few =+)
Jamie's dad is very sick, but the prognosis is hopeful. I hadn't planned on stopping in Minnesota during this trip, but it occurred to me last week that during the next break I get I should be spending all my time in the field. So I go to my Minnesota home.
Stopping at my Seattle home was never in question. My mom positioned herself well so that anytime I come or go from Juneau the plane must stop where she lives, and I die a little of guilt if I pass straight through. I'm looking forward to seeing her this time, and maybe kicking my brother's lazy, unsure-of-himself a**.
And my almost trans-Pacific flight leaves from LAX near midnight on the 11th of July. If I were to stop in San Francisco on the 10th would I be able to see any of you? Maybe catch a flight to LA late on the 11th? Though I don't say it often enough (or hell, really ever) I seem to have left a piece of my heart in San Francisco...