Voicemail
I was listening to my voice mails tonight(I got one from Susie, and I'm SOOO calling her back tomorrow). I was going through all of my saved voice mails to clear out the old ones and I only had three, none of which I deleted. they were:
One from Lianne when she was folding laundry with her sister....amazing voicemail.
One from my family on thanksgiving. They all passed the phone around wishing me a happy thanksgiving individually and then afterwards my dad forgot to hang up the phone so I heard the next five minutes of the conversation, which started off with my sister saying "I miss John" and my mother replying "I know, we all miss him." Then they went on to talk about me in california, having to change my name to Austin at work, etc. It was a very flattering voice mail because they didn't know the phone was still on and I was listening. I almost thought my Dad did it on purpose it was so great.
The third was the one that I just got from Susie. It was really sweet, so I didn't delete it.
I've had a really bad case of homesickness. The worst part about it is that I never thought I'd feel this way ever. I wanted to come to California, and completely forget that Oregon existed. Now that I've been here for almost six months, I admit I miss Oregon a little bit. I would never consider moving back, but I wish I could visit more frequently than I'm able to(which hasn't been once yet). I miss going to Tualatin with Dylan and showing up to find Jeff, Eric, Kyle, Richard, and the rest of that crew already there killin it. I miss hanging out in my room with Amanda and Lianne(not what you think). I miss bombing hills in the middle of the night with Bret, either cruising to the dimly lit streetlights at PCC Sylvania, or armed with flashlights strapped to our boards down Wisteria road in West Linn. Before I quit arby's I miss getting off work at one in the morning and meeting Bret in the parking lot before racing(and I mean racing) to PCC two exists down the five(that's how californians say I-5) hitting speeds that were more than illegal in that short distance. I miss skating in Downtown Portland going from spot to spot via skateboard instead of car, cruising a good ten or so miles throughout the day(specifically on go skateboard day). I kind of miss the time I had there, but more so miss the people I spent it with.
One from Lianne when she was folding laundry with her sister....amazing voicemail.
One from my family on thanksgiving. They all passed the phone around wishing me a happy thanksgiving individually and then afterwards my dad forgot to hang up the phone so I heard the next five minutes of the conversation, which started off with my sister saying "I miss John" and my mother replying "I know, we all miss him." Then they went on to talk about me in california, having to change my name to Austin at work, etc. It was a very flattering voice mail because they didn't know the phone was still on and I was listening. I almost thought my Dad did it on purpose it was so great.
The third was the one that I just got from Susie. It was really sweet, so I didn't delete it.
I've had a really bad case of homesickness. The worst part about it is that I never thought I'd feel this way ever. I wanted to come to California, and completely forget that Oregon existed. Now that I've been here for almost six months, I admit I miss Oregon a little bit. I would never consider moving back, but I wish I could visit more frequently than I'm able to(which hasn't been once yet). I miss going to Tualatin with Dylan and showing up to find Jeff, Eric, Kyle, Richard, and the rest of that crew already there killin it. I miss hanging out in my room with Amanda and Lianne(not what you think). I miss bombing hills in the middle of the night with Bret, either cruising to the dimly lit streetlights at PCC Sylvania, or armed with flashlights strapped to our boards down Wisteria road in West Linn. Before I quit arby's I miss getting off work at one in the morning and meeting Bret in the parking lot before racing(and I mean racing) to PCC two exists down the five(that's how californians say I-5) hitting speeds that were more than illegal in that short distance. I miss skating in Downtown Portland going from spot to spot via skateboard instead of car, cruising a good ten or so miles throughout the day(specifically on go skateboard day). I kind of miss the time I had there, but more so miss the people I spent it with.