Homesickness (It Happens)

Back in AK, I never got homesick. Sure, I spent semesters away from my family, but they called so much that we should have bought stock in AT&T. Come to think of it, my dad did get a 1-800 number...

Anyway, I originally thought homesickness would be an intense hit that would fade into periods of non-existence.

Boy was I wrong.

I have never experienced sustained homesickness and I hate how debilitating it is. Who knew that I would miss Tofutti Cuties so much that not even a Newman’s Own Dark Orange Chocolate could cut the edge?

I know now that I could never have prepared for this level of homesickness intensity. Still, I wish I had figured out a way to bring over a box of Reese’s Peanut Butter Puffs cereal and some soy milk. I think a taste of home (accompanied with a couple hours of family/friends hugging) would really hit the spot.

Just Another Sunday

Killing time in the Peace Corps is an art form. One can certainly sequester themselves in their apartment and watch re-runs of 30 Rock for hours on end. Lord knows I have done it.

Or, one can spend several hours performing mindless tasks, such as pouring salt on the carpet and then sweeping it up with a short handled broom. Been there too.

Or, one can mix a really big batch of sangria [link], submerge the entire metal pot into an ice cold stream, and grill up some hot dogs on a Sunday afternoon.

An Answer to a Prayer

It finally happened. It really did. And now I own it!

I watched the Star Trek movie.

It was good. I liked it. I mean, I obviously have my comments and my rantings as a die-hard trekkie, but, for purely entertainment purposes, it was okay.

However, I am upset how this influences some major TNG points - least of which, the relationship between Captain Picard, Spock and Sarek.

At any rate, thanks Jesse for the movie!