one week down, and i miss my boys (and girls)
So, I live in a National Park now. It's pretty cool, except for the spiders that are EVERYWHERE in my house. The work days are incredibly long - about 13hrs a day, but I am learning a lot of cool stuff about nature, watersheds, biodiversity, sustainability and taking care of the Earth. And the other interns I work with are all pretty cool. I explored Cleveland a bit this weekend too. It's not such a bad town. I do miss southern Ohio though.
And my friends. I miss my friends a lot. It's so weird to me still that any time I go somewhere, I always miss my friends more than I miss my family. Or, maybe more isn't the correct word. But in a different way. I miss my family a lot too, but it feels okay to be away from them. I can't really explain it. But, with my friends, it's not so okay. I was finally beginning to feel like I had people I could go to when I was feeling lonely or sad or down. Or happy or excited or whatever (even when that excitement wasnt necessarily something that would be as exciting to the other person). Which is a rather big deal with me since I have struggled with lonliness for my whole life.
I'm rambling a bit. I still have amazing friends, whom I have already called or talked to on aim/facebook/gchat several times in the past week. And have helped me a great deal with my homesickness. But I miss seeing their faces and being with them. I hope I make new friends while I am in Peninsula but I am already counting down the days when I can go home and see my old friends and be in a place where I feel completely comfortable to be myself, no excuses, no masks, no expectations, and know that i am loved for exactly who i am.
As a sidenote, I hope all of my friends know that I love them exactly as they are, no exceptions. And I never want any of you to feel the need to be anybody other than exactly who you are and who you would like to be when you are around me. That is a gift that all of my wonderful friends have given to me that I would hope to be able to return.
p.s. I only get the internet when I sneak some time in the library at the education center or when I trek to an Arabica or Panera. So posts may be spotty. But, if you would like to be added to my email list to keep you updated on my life, send me your email address.