I awoke this morning to some horribly gay dance music - not a way to begin a Sunday.
It's hard to believe that I have been here 13 weeks and that I go home in 8 days. To the dismay of some, I actually feel like this is home. I am ready to go back to OHIO HOME. Conny left yesterday afternoon for home in Germany. That was one of the hardest things I've ever had to do - take her to the train station for that one last hug, one last kiss, and one last goodbye. There were no tears only smiles and laughs, for I have only gained and not lost. I've had 9 days off and that is starting to grate on me. I'm not so psyched to go to the Grand Canyon now. The weather report calls for rain, wind, and snow all week. If I could, I'd leave for Ohio right now.
Last night the fellas and I went out to the pub. I had a decent time there but missed out on Mikio (he's Japanese and under 5'4" tall) bustin out his dance moves with the American college girls.
My beard has become bad-ass after only 18 days. Hey, I have 8 more days left. I'm so Taliban right now.
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