Here I sit half way around the world, and it hits me like a ton of bricks...I am homesick.
I haven't been home since the 11th of July and even though I got to see Todd in McCall, it was such a journey there and back a vacation wouldn't be deemed the title. My next time off is the 19th and I am so ready mentally to be home. To get appointments made, sleep in my new bed, see my mom, and just be.
My feelings are hurt by someone I don't even know. We made a plan to meet up tonight and go out in Tel Aviv. A friend of mine is working the flight and is very sweet. Even though I had only an hour sleep I was keen on meeting up and having fun. We don't fly out until tomorrow night so one night of caution to the wind I could live with. I made it to his room for a cocktail and then to head out...it became a two hour, drag the feet, drama ordeal. I finally told them I was going to get something to eat to escape the Queen who was rude to me off and on for no reason and the oogling pilot whom I have already had a run in previously.
I came back to my room relieved not to be out with them but sad at the same time. I walked away from drama and now I am here alone.
Not sure if it is the lack of sleep or the current lack of stability but I feel blah. And the thing is, I shouldn't...it was a great trip over. Yes, you read correctly... I picked up and held onto a TLV. Blondie asked if I not only wanted to trade her for first class aisle but also if I wanted her 2nd break. DONE! It made the trip so nice and easy.
Here's hoping for a day at the beach tomorrow after a work out, some nice photos, a little grocery shopping and a much better feeling about being so far away.
