That means that Gabriel gets here today. And it also means that everyone else is getting here today. It means that my job really starts today. It means that my nerves have to find boldness somehow today. It means that from now on I am likely to be getting even less sleep. It means that I will probably be seeing people less and less. It means that things get busy.
It's easy to survive things, but to thrive is a different story. I'm hoping for the latter, and in fact, I don't think I will be very satisfied with the former. Anthony said to count the cost. I haven't sat down to do it yet. But I think it might be high. But, you get what you pay for, right? I think so.
13.6.10
8.6.10
Mountains
And trees and stars and streams. My what a lovely place.
I got here to Camp Wawona after about 17 hours of total traveling. That doesn't sound like a lot, but it felt like quite a bit. I ate some tortilla chips, a banana, and some almonds before my flights, and then a tiny bag of chips and a Snapple at the Atlanta airport, and a little can of Pringles at the Los Angeles airport. Oh, and two Tylenol gel tablets. My headache was the worst part of the trip. Fortunately, the Tylenol started helping after a while and it "filled me up" by making me less stressed and in pain. And getting to Fresno and seeing Anthony suddenly behind me was a relief as well. Anthony, Jessi, and Chelsea were kind enough to let me stop at Target to get some supplies, including some bagels and honeybuns. I would like to inform you (who is that?? I guess I write for an audience...) that I ate the whole bag of 6 bagels. It was a dare. After I basically dared Anthony to dare me. He did. And I ate them. Oh, except for about 1/4 of one that he ate. I'll have to make it an official 6 some other time. that was nearly 1,500 calories, by the way.
Breakfast is at 8 tomorrow morning. I don't know fully what I'm getting myself into, but everyone here seems to believe that it's the greatest thing on earth. I suppose my pessimism will keep me from enjoying it as much as they do, but I think there's a lot of potential here for a great two months. It's still hard to believe I'm actually here. In fact, I still don't really. I haven't given anyone my signed contract, so I suppose by morning they could've hired someone else. I think I'll just go to sleep and hope for the best. The only good thing (no wait, that's not necessarily true) about going home tomorrow would be that I might have a better chance of watching the World Cup games. But maybe that's not even true.
I'm getting cold. (yeeesssssssss)
I got here to Camp Wawona after about 17 hours of total traveling. That doesn't sound like a lot, but it felt like quite a bit. I ate some tortilla chips, a banana, and some almonds before my flights, and then a tiny bag of chips and a Snapple at the Atlanta airport, and a little can of Pringles at the Los Angeles airport. Oh, and two Tylenol gel tablets. My headache was the worst part of the trip. Fortunately, the Tylenol started helping after a while and it "filled me up" by making me less stressed and in pain. And getting to Fresno and seeing Anthony suddenly behind me was a relief as well. Anthony, Jessi, and Chelsea were kind enough to let me stop at Target to get some supplies, including some bagels and honeybuns. I would like to inform you (who is that?? I guess I write for an audience...) that I ate the whole bag of 6 bagels. It was a dare. After I basically dared Anthony to dare me. He did. And I ate them. Oh, except for about 1/4 of one that he ate. I'll have to make it an official 6 some other time. that was nearly 1,500 calories, by the way.
Breakfast is at 8 tomorrow morning. I don't know fully what I'm getting myself into, but everyone here seems to believe that it's the greatest thing on earth. I suppose my pessimism will keep me from enjoying it as much as they do, but I think there's a lot of potential here for a great two months. It's still hard to believe I'm actually here. In fact, I still don't really. I haven't given anyone my signed contract, so I suppose by morning they could've hired someone else. I think I'll just go to sleep and hope for the best. The only good thing (no wait, that's not necessarily true) about going home tomorrow would be that I might have a better chance of watching the World Cup games. But maybe that's not even true.
I'm getting cold. (yeeesssssssss)
3.6.10
I've been at home with my mom now for several days. Just me and her. Then she left this evening to go be with Dad in Chicago. Just me now. I sat at home thinking about supper and suddenly felt very alone. I didn't know that I had already adapted to being fine with just mom and me. Now I know. The house is very lonely. Michigan is not my home. People I love are my home.
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