Home thoughts
I’m not homesick. The Hootie will go away eventually. But I do miss some things. The two days I had in charleston just weren’t enough.
So, for all of you- a list of things I miss.
- Budweiser- yes, really
- My car- now a wrecked pile of plastic after my sister’s dumb ass friend totalled it.
- Big John’s Tavern- My all time favorite bar anywhere, ever.
- Ice Hockey
- Dropping in on friends
- Taking off in the car for a day or two “just because”
- Road trips
- Seeing my mom
- Golfing with Dad
- Folly beach at 3 am
- All the frozen veggie food they don’t have here
- The usual food list (pizza, bagels, pie, doritos, etc)
- Not having the “most annoying accent”
- My (mom’s) dog
- Rollercoaster trips
- Walking charleston at midnight or two am- east bay, vendue, waterfront, back (eventually) to east bay, down to the battery, back up king, along broad past the church to colonial lake, back along broad or queen to king, to market to my car.
- Affordable books
I guess what I’m really saying is- There’s something about being across a huge freaking ocean that just makes going home to visit/ stock up on stuff I miss soooo much more difficult than just getting in the car and driving for 20 hours. I’d like to be able to be there when someone I care about gets married, but, well, unless they do it on a weekend, and I can swing the tickets just right, I can’t go. And it’s crazy expensive.
I’ll go a year or more without seeing my family, and it’s not usually a problem. Because I know, when I’m “over there” that if I need to I can just get in the car and visit. I know I should be focusing on relationships I’m building over here- but I don’t want to do that at the expense of my relationships with people back home.
Of course, I see this place as temporary, which I shouldn’t. I’m *living* here, even if it is for only 1 or 5 or 7 years. Heck, if it’s seven it’ll be the longest I’ve ever lived in a single city. But anyway- it makes me look on people I meet here as.. well, temporary. After all, I see my closest friends back home… maybe every other year? spread out all over the country, they be… So how often am I likely to see/ talk to people who are over here when I’m over there?
Of course, that ignores how I spend an hour or five a week skyping with friends back home, or how I call my mom, or e-mail with dad, or… um.. write letters to my grandma? I don’t know. I almost feel like I’m already overloaded on long distance friendships. And I miss my favorite bar!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! But I’m not homesick.
j.
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