This isn't about the greve. This is about me. (go figure)
I'm so homesick it hurts. I miss my family and my home, and the sunshine. Two weeks ago I cringed at the thought of leaving France, and now I can think of nothing I want more than going back to Arizona. I got a letter from my parents yesterday. Turns out it wasn't actually a letter, but invitations to her Air Force Retirement ceremonies. I started crying. I don't think my mom realized how much I was looking foreward to her retirement, because she decided to have it in April, when I will still be in France. I've always been so proud of my mom for being in the Air Force. I would love it when she'd come to my soccer games, or awards ceremonies in her BDUs. I just thought it was really special that my mom was in the military. I wanted to be there when she retired, and got whatever it is you get when you retire, and be there for the dinners, and the pictures, and everything. And because I'm here... I just don't get to. Just like that... nope!
I don't know exactly what's wrong. I'm having exactly the kind of time that I thought I would here. I have great friends. I'm doing well in classes. I travel, and I go out.
Why am I so unhappy?
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