Wednesday, March 19, 2008

Finally...real homesickness

I have experienced this feeling before. I was in Brighton, England and I really wanted to come home. I kind of shut down a little bit. I don't want to wander around and experience the place where I am, I just want to pass the time quickly so I can go home. Don't get me wrong. I am still doing my thing here. Last night I went to weaving class even though I was ridiculously tired and I wove an awesome basket. I am still working on my stupid paper. I still go to the gym. I still enjoy the warm sunshine and love my neighbours and enjoy their children (who made a Harry Potter movie last Saturday and came over in the morning just before I was leaving to go to the street market, to ask me if I would be Lord Voldemorte...isn't that just priceless? I love being asked things like that by the cutest looking 4 year old with a pair of round glasses and a scar drawn on his face, and in his sweet innocent little voice...priceless). It actually reminds me of the time his older brother who is 6 asked me to go to his drama class with him. We wanted a different adult to be there than his mom. So he asked me and said that if I went I either had to be a fairy or a troll because that was who was in the play and being totally genuine told me I could be a troll because I looked like one. Oh...so funny. Nolan did you know that you are marrying someone who apparently looks like a troll? Aren't you a lucky fella.

Anyhow...it's time. It is time to go home. Unfortunately my plane ticket and the calendar don't quite agree with me and since I have not yet learned how to manipulate time....I can't do anything about it. I am trying oh so hard to be patient but as it turns out, I am actually not an incredibly patient person. I have even resorted to what I used to do while running laps for trial times when I used to try out for Team BC for field hockey. As I ran, I knew I had to run 12 laps. As I ran I would tell myself how many laps I had left to do. After one, I would say in my head, "11 left to go". As I began to get tired, I would change the method a bit and say I had completed lap 6, I would say to myself, "5 laps to after this one", so it SOUNDED as if I had less than 6 laps left to run. Well, that is exactly what I am doing now. Instead of saying I only have X amount of days until I go home, I say I have Y amount of days after this one. So it seems that April 1st is closer than it actually is, but 1o days sounds better than 11 days. AND 9 days sounds WAY better than 10 days (its a single digit). So there you have it. The inner thinkings and workings of Sherry for today.

In the meantime as I sit here and procrastinate from writing my paper, I keep checking to see if Nolan has returned home from Ontario and signed on to Skype so I can talk to him. I feel like a bit of a stalker, but it has been at least 6 days since I have talked to him and I am in extreme withdrawal. I was going to go to the MIT library and work on the paper, but I wasn't sure if they would have wireless just in case Nolan did sign on, so I have resigned myself to working at home. Do you think me pathetic? Oh well. I don't care. I love him and want to talk to him. Priorities people, priorities.