surrender dorothy
So admittedly, I've been in hiding.
After a year of Korea, all of my fantasies began to revolve around spending every waking moment with my sisters, my parents and my dogs (well, not all of my fantasies) and I've spent the past two weeks doing exactly that. Holed up in the homestead eating my mom's delicious home cooking and reading books and watching library-rented BBC specials with my parents. (I tend toward the geriatric if left in my natural state). The only other people I've seen have been Brooke and her Liliputians and Betsy B. I've been crafty (cigar box purses for my sisters, Korean themed suprises for friends, and a kick-ass pair of fingerless gloves...pictures someday). I've gone to an art fair, a concert at Interlochen and to a cabin in the Les Cheneaux Islands in the U.P. I've eaten more olives than is healthy (and pasties and hummus and rhubarb pie and ice cream and greek salads). I've dyed my hair, rode my bike, gone kayaking, bought a pair of knee-high mocassins, stayed up late with my sisters and have generally immersed myself in an orgy of the familiar, comforting and soul-reviving.
I feel like a new Brenna.
Now I feel almost ready to expand a little. In fact, August is going to be a whirlwind of travel. I'm hoping to hit Detroit, Chicago, Milwaukee, Kalamazoo, New York City and Seattle to visit my scattered family and friends.
hmmmm...it's so good to be home!
After a year of Korea, all of my fantasies began to revolve around spending every waking moment with my sisters, my parents and my dogs (well, not all of my fantasies) and I've spent the past two weeks doing exactly that. Holed up in the homestead eating my mom's delicious home cooking and reading books and watching library-rented BBC specials with my parents. (I tend toward the geriatric if left in my natural state). The only other people I've seen have been Brooke and her Liliputians and Betsy B. I've been crafty (cigar box purses for my sisters, Korean themed suprises for friends, and a kick-ass pair of fingerless gloves...pictures someday). I've gone to an art fair, a concert at Interlochen and to a cabin in the Les Cheneaux Islands in the U.P. I've eaten more olives than is healthy (and pasties and hummus and rhubarb pie and ice cream and greek salads). I've dyed my hair, rode my bike, gone kayaking, bought a pair of knee-high mocassins, stayed up late with my sisters and have generally immersed myself in an orgy of the familiar, comforting and soul-reviving.
I feel like a new Brenna.
Now I feel almost ready to expand a little. In fact, August is going to be a whirlwind of travel. I'm hoping to hit Detroit, Chicago, Milwaukee, Kalamazoo, New York City and Seattle to visit my scattered family and friends.
hmmmm...it's so good to be home!