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I don't know if things are getting better or I am just learning to live with what happened. I have felt the prayers of those 1,000 miles away but if the authorities would actually take some action I would be able to get over this more quickly.
Seperate from those things, I am making some great friends. We have started our Thursday night traditions here which makes me feel like home. Drinking is always a good thing for me. I am glad I feel comfortable enough to be myself and let myself go a little bit. We have all seemed to drink together, I think most people have already cried at some point out of frustration for this program, and thus we have bonded. There is a girl in my program who has a cat who is absolutely wonderful. It is amazing to me how much a little furry animal can cheer me up. It makes me really want to get a kitty. I know that it is not a good idea though. I would be difficult to take care of it when i went home for christmas and if I got an internship somewhere this summer. I just need to be patient and wait until I am not going to move anymore. For now I will just have to pretend that my friends cat is also mine. Romeow cuddled up next to me thursday night as I passed out. I love kitties.
I miss the fall. There are no seasons here. Cider and donuts is not a normal combination anywhere but Michigan I found out. That is like saying milk and cookies dont go together. I miss the fresh crisp smell of the leaves and driving home on 131 and just taking in the beauty of the colors. I think back to when Steve and I went horse back riding last fall and then sitting out on the deck having cocktails and eatting venison steak. Having these thoughts and memories come up makes me miss home. On the contrary when I drive over the bridge to go to the beach when the moon is huge and the sun is setting at the same time, the pastels of the sky and the smell of the ocean, that reminds me why I love living in Florida. It is realizing you can't have the best of both worlds at the same time.
Times they are a changin...
Seperate from those things, I am making some great friends. We have started our Thursday night traditions here which makes me feel like home. Drinking is always a good thing for me. I am glad I feel comfortable enough to be myself and let myself go a little bit. We have all seemed to drink together, I think most people have already cried at some point out of frustration for this program, and thus we have bonded. There is a girl in my program who has a cat who is absolutely wonderful. It is amazing to me how much a little furry animal can cheer me up. It makes me really want to get a kitty. I know that it is not a good idea though. I would be difficult to take care of it when i went home for christmas and if I got an internship somewhere this summer. I just need to be patient and wait until I am not going to move anymore. For now I will just have to pretend that my friends cat is also mine. Romeow cuddled up next to me thursday night as I passed out. I love kitties.
I miss the fall. There are no seasons here. Cider and donuts is not a normal combination anywhere but Michigan I found out. That is like saying milk and cookies dont go together. I miss the fresh crisp smell of the leaves and driving home on 131 and just taking in the beauty of the colors. I think back to when Steve and I went horse back riding last fall and then sitting out on the deck having cocktails and eatting venison steak. Having these thoughts and memories come up makes me miss home. On the contrary when I drive over the bridge to go to the beach when the moon is huge and the sun is setting at the same time, the pastels of the sky and the smell of the ocean, that reminds me why I love living in Florida. It is realizing you can't have the best of both worlds at the same time.
Times they are a changin...