Today is harder than the rest. I am not sure why. The breakdown was inevitable, I suppose, but I thought after being here almost two months that maybe it just passed by without recognition from my heart. I was foolish to think such. I can’t believe it has been almost two months. It feels like two weeks. Granted we have only been in our house for three weeks, the rest of the time spent in temporary housing on base. This phone situation is driving me crazy. The lack of internet is enough to make any average person go mad. I can’t believe it takes them an entire month to get to a house to install a landline and modem. I feel like, sometimes, I am living in a different century. One where customer service is at a bare minimum and things like wifi have just come into existence.
I want to go home. What I really want is to be the girl that lived in England for two or three years and loved it. I want to see things, enjoy the culture, travel. We have yet to do anything worth doing, see anything worth seeing. And I suppose we have plenty of time, I mean, we did just get our things last week. The transition has been long. Maybe going to London this weekend will help because this heart of mine wonders what the heck it is doing here. I never thought it would long for Odessa. But I had friends there. I had a church. I had a gym. I had running buddies. I had the internet! I had a car and my family. I had a routine. I want to love this place but today…. Today is harder than the rest.
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