ho hum
i can feel that i'm starting to love this place. i know that it will only get better. in a month, the temperature will drop. i will not be swimming in my own sweat after a 15 minute bike ride to my school. soon, i won't be attacked by mosquitoes who make my flesh tender and swollen. i will get better at ordering a better variety of food. it will snow and i can use my brand new mittens. the snow will also help mute the constant honks from the gutsy drivers of cars and scooters.
but i miss you.
i miss the way the sidewalks smell after it rains. i miss the warm fuzziness of clothes after the beep from the dryer. i miss cartoons where the voice matches the character. i miss how trees, mountains, blue sky, and large bodies of water perfectly complement each other. i miss my family. i miss hearing your voice. i miss feeling out of place amongst the hipsters with bad haircuts. i miss fat people. i miss mexican food. i miss my mom's piercing laughter. i miss my dad saying i'm not ladylike enough. i miss killing zombies. i miss hugs with feeling. i miss my computer (rip petunia). i miss hearing my brother call me a punk ass bitch. i miss the sight of newly purchased tickets. i miss real chocolate. i miss feeling loved when my cell phone rings.
i like it here, but can i make it to 10 months? if i return after 6, will you think i'm a quitter?
it's not my fault i miss you.
but i miss you.
i miss the way the sidewalks smell after it rains. i miss the warm fuzziness of clothes after the beep from the dryer. i miss cartoons where the voice matches the character. i miss how trees, mountains, blue sky, and large bodies of water perfectly complement each other. i miss my family. i miss hearing your voice. i miss feeling out of place amongst the hipsters with bad haircuts. i miss fat people. i miss mexican food. i miss my mom's piercing laughter. i miss my dad saying i'm not ladylike enough. i miss killing zombies. i miss hugs with feeling. i miss my computer (rip petunia). i miss hearing my brother call me a punk ass bitch. i miss the sight of newly purchased tickets. i miss real chocolate. i miss feeling loved when my cell phone rings.
i like it here, but can i make it to 10 months? if i return after 6, will you think i'm a quitter?
it's not my fault i miss you.