I return home after an extended extension in Tampa. The past week was pretty crazy, and I must say I miss it. Starting with bringing back the two Harukas back to Tampa and then rolling into evenings with my friends family and days wasting time at USF. A childish effort to be practical and sign up for gen-eds left me feeling like a drain on my family, and two parties. One with old friends another with completely new.
So, I must say that the slower pace of home is all too humbling on the heels of a year in Korea, especially with the new knowledge of it pretty much paying for itself. The Korean government is apparently looking for anyone to teach English there. Lucky me? But I'm getting nowhere quickly, time for more exciting things.
Parents from the 60's era are hilariously predictable. Hearing about the "revolution" from a drunk father is nothing short of hysterical. A drunk man crying for his girlfriend gives me mixed emotions of loneliness and pity. Random strangers that end up feeling like old friends make good roommates when you need a place to sleep. Returning home to a family that misses and loves you is a bitter-sweet situation that leaves no one perfectly happy.
No more boring stories, but I need to find ways to excuse going back up to Tampa, and decide if a girl should be pursued. Summer classes should be taken care of quickly, but I feel bitterly toward them. Still, I love the road and I have a lot to look forward to.
I think I'll just take this thing a day at a time for now.
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