Debriefing
Trying to adjust to life outside the AmeriBubble. From the Linfield Bubble to the AmeriBubble . . . trying to adjust to life back in Boise, where I'm not constantly surrounded by people. It's lonely. I have *one* friend in this city (well, only one that I've kept in touch with).
Trying to start my life "over," only to run off and join AmeriCorps again.
I have an interview today -- in less than an hour. I'm pretty confident that I'll get the job, and I'll be happy with spending another year in service.
I just wish I weren't so lonely.
I wish my team weren't so far away.
I've almost cried fifty-gazillion times, all over the little things . . . not having Dana to geocache with, to ponder over the "clever" caches that are impossible by yourself; not having Stover to take me shopping, to dress me up; not having Norah and Adam at the movies -- Norah to squeal with and Adam to fight over the armrest with; not having Miriam to whisper sweet nothings to . . .
Last summer I was lonely, too. Damn.
Trying to start my life "over," only to run off and join AmeriCorps again.
I have an interview today -- in less than an hour. I'm pretty confident that I'll get the job, and I'll be happy with spending another year in service.
I just wish I weren't so lonely.
I wish my team weren't so far away.
I've almost cried fifty-gazillion times, all over the little things . . . not having Dana to geocache with, to ponder over the "clever" caches that are impossible by yourself; not having Stover to take me shopping, to dress me up; not having Norah and Adam at the movies -- Norah to squeal with and Adam to fight over the armrest with; not having Miriam to whisper sweet nothings to . . .
Last summer I was lonely, too. Damn.