Repatriation

I hate counting down. I hate numbers, and I hate the world...not really the world..but the prior two I do. I used to count down the days until Christmas as a younger version of myself. I look back and wonder why I would tormet myself. I never had an alarm clock before I was 9 or 10 years old and would wakeup at 2 am, 3am, 4am, 5am, 6am, on Christmas day because I had anticipated the day so much.

These days I don't anticipate as extremely as I did in my adolescent past. These days when something exciting is coming up I sedate my mind and go into a sort of coma so as to not think too much about the exciting times ahead. It really helps the time to pass I'll tell you.

So I'll do my best from now on to not talk too much about coming home...just to save my own sanity.

I wonder if I'll be culture shocked..

PEACE