...home...

I finished up at the BL on Friday with my last presentation for Culture of the Borderlands paper... Now all I have to do is wait for the grades. It was weird to say bye to the javies and some of the staff but esta bien. We can still contact each other so whatevs...

So, one of my reality checks happened about 5 minutes after we pulled away from the BLinks house. My cousin Bill, and a friend Phillip came to pick me up. Everything is good until I tell them "Estoy trieste pero esta bien." (I forgot that neither of them know Spanish, my slip...) Then I get the comment, "You're in America hunny, speak American." Now, I know that I was going to have to deal with this once I got out of the "safe house" of BL but what I was shocked about was that it was 5 minutes after I left... Talk about reality check.

Anyways, after a night full of music, games, and talking over at Nora's I went to sleep and woke up to fly back home. My flight was uneventfull and both of them were actually early. That was cool. So now I'm home, jobless and jet-lagged missing the desert and sun. Funny that I was tired of it until I came home to cold and rain. So, I guess we shall see what happens with the employment factor...

Until Next Time...