Summer in the city...I'm so lonely lonely lonely...
I'm sitting here, looking at all of my pictures from the trip and thinking back to those moments. I can smell the weird smell in the huts in Fiji. I can hear us cheering "We're New Mass and we've got class, we're here tonight to kick your OH SNAP!" at teh edge of the volleyball court during the New Mass vs. PA game in Nadi. I can hear us laughing as we tackle our leader Kathie and scream "PDA!". I can feel the bitter cold of New Zealand and the scream erupting from my throat as I fly down a hill on a little plastic luge. I laugh as I remember watching Ricky crash his luge and go flying. I get butterflies remembering dropping from my second story balcony to escape to Kayla's room late after curfew in Fiji. I giggle thinking about Andrew telling me to hold onto a wall and if I can't reach one, use him before teh dinner cruise in Australia. I get panicky when I think of running around the entire Centre Point mall in Sydney because the mall closed while we were still in it and Anna and I can't find the rest of our group and were going to be late for the meeting. I am comforted by Kathie asking me to snuggle with her at the Mori because it's cold and she's lonely. I'm frustrated by the memory of "The Real World: Fiji" and the drama it entailed. I am embarrased when remembering being asked if my hair was "blue on its own or did I dye it". I get nervous remembering being at the top of a 100 foot tall pine tree and being tied to 5 other people in new Zealand. I'm proud and cocky remembering swimming across an outdoor/unheated pool that has ice forming on the top of it to win $5NZ and a free hot cocoa. I smile thinking of running through the fountains at Telstra Stadium (home of the 2000 Olympics) in Sydney.
I want to laugh.
I want to cry.
I want it all back.
The late night calls home, the crappy room service, soda being called "pop" and "sorbet" and ketchup being "tomato sauce". Posting all of my pictures would take hours and I don't think there's any way one could appreciate them to their fullest without having been there to experience it. Sitting in my air conditioned house, awake and alone, I realize how different it is being back.
When I was homesick there, I could just roll over and wake someone up for a hug.
So what do I do when I'm "New Mass"-sick and there's no one around?
I want to laugh.
I want to cry.
I want it all back.
The late night calls home, the crappy room service, soda being called "pop" and "sorbet" and ketchup being "tomato sauce". Posting all of my pictures would take hours and I don't think there's any way one could appreciate them to their fullest without having been there to experience it. Sitting in my air conditioned house, awake and alone, I realize how different it is being back.
When I was homesick there, I could just roll over and wake someone up for a hug.
So what do I do when I'm "New Mass"-sick and there's no one around?