In the few nights since I've been home, my bed has become the enemy.
I put off bed time as long as possible. Finally, I stand there, staring at it distastefully.
I know it will take forever for me to fall asleep. My upstairs neighbor stomps around like Michael J. Fox on that episode of Curb Your Enthusiasm. The ambulances seem to go by non-stop. There is a constant parade of motorcycles and people with their bass up. The city is so loud.
When I do finally get to sleep, I know I'll wake up in a few hours and spend a few terrifying minutes having no idea where I am. How crazy is that? It kept happening whenever I stayed at someone's house on my trip. The only place I slept well was in my car. One night, at Deborah's house, her dog was trying to get in my room, and for a few hysterical moments I thought it was a bear. (Which was actually pretty funny in the morning.) But I thought that surely, when I got home, those issues would disappear. Nope. I wake up, and I don't know that I'm in Chicago, or in my apartment. It's the weirdest thing. I was only gone 8 weeks. And it's not like I did something totally crazy, like visit a 3rd world country or go to war. What is my problem?
I'm still trying to figure out what to do with myself in my downtime. As much as I hate running, I actually look forward to that time every day because at least I'm outside, moving. On the drive home, I thought to myself, "What do I do in my spare time?" I couldn't remember. So I've been crafting up a storm. Jason, Liz, and Rachel, you are about to get some birthday gifts that were handmade with love.
It's just odd to me that I would have trouble being back in the city. I figured I'd miss my friends and all the hiking, but I didn't count on all this weird psychological stuff. My trip was not that big of a deal. But I think I'm going to need to go camping this weekend. Maybe that will help.
Other than that, life is good. It's nice to be back in my old district. I saw a lot of old friends today, and the administrators are fighting over what building I should be at. One principal suggested that I "accidentally" write the name of my old school on my boxes so my stuff would end up there. But I'm excited about this new school, and I'm excited to be working with my friend April. We are gonna kick so much ass in this district...
I put off bed time as long as possible. Finally, I stand there, staring at it distastefully.
I know it will take forever for me to fall asleep. My upstairs neighbor stomps around like Michael J. Fox on that episode of Curb Your Enthusiasm. The ambulances seem to go by non-stop. There is a constant parade of motorcycles and people with their bass up. The city is so loud.
When I do finally get to sleep, I know I'll wake up in a few hours and spend a few terrifying minutes having no idea where I am. How crazy is that? It kept happening whenever I stayed at someone's house on my trip. The only place I slept well was in my car. One night, at Deborah's house, her dog was trying to get in my room, and for a few hysterical moments I thought it was a bear. (Which was actually pretty funny in the morning.) But I thought that surely, when I got home, those issues would disappear. Nope. I wake up, and I don't know that I'm in Chicago, or in my apartment. It's the weirdest thing. I was only gone 8 weeks. And it's not like I did something totally crazy, like visit a 3rd world country or go to war. What is my problem?
I'm still trying to figure out what to do with myself in my downtime. As much as I hate running, I actually look forward to that time every day because at least I'm outside, moving. On the drive home, I thought to myself, "What do I do in my spare time?" I couldn't remember. So I've been crafting up a storm. Jason, Liz, and Rachel, you are about to get some birthday gifts that were handmade with love.
It's just odd to me that I would have trouble being back in the city. I figured I'd miss my friends and all the hiking, but I didn't count on all this weird psychological stuff. My trip was not that big of a deal. But I think I'm going to need to go camping this weekend. Maybe that will help.
Other than that, life is good. It's nice to be back in my old district. I saw a lot of old friends today, and the administrators are fighting over what building I should be at. One principal suggested that I "accidentally" write the name of my old school on my boxes so my stuff would end up there. But I'm excited about this new school, and I'm excited to be working with my friend April. We are gonna kick so much ass in this district...
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Also have to comment on Deb's dogs. They are as big as bears! Love them!!
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