The morning of my departure for home I awoke with a tummy ache and a slight pain in the back of my head. No, not because I was sad being alone in the apartment all by myself so I drank my sorrows away, but because I just couldn't live leaving peanut butter in the cupboard while we were away so I made it my evening mission to destroy the 32 oz jar. Who knew fat and protein could have such negative impacts on ones body. It was only the beginning of many many days of over eating beyond a reasonable amount. I left my house at 11:40 only so I could stand at the end of the driveway and wait for the bus for 15 minutes. Somehow I completely misjudged the distance from my apartment door to the road, and thought it would take me some time. Either way I spent an excessive amount of time there.
Right on time the bus shows up. I was prepared. My cash in hand, $2.40 exactly, and rushed on the bus before the driver knew what was going on. Unfortunately for me I wasn't in Fiji anymore. I attempted to hand my money to the driver who only gave me an annoyed response of "No your money goes there!" and points to this little slot. I then attempt to slam my bills and change into the same hole only to get my hand slapped away and very stern directions given in how to properly insert money. Who knew entering a bus was so difficult. I may have thought I looked ridiculous to the other passengers on the bus then, but when I got to my stop I stood in front of the back door and waited for something to happen. We probably would have left with me standing there looking very confused at the door if it weren't for some kind woman who explained the concept of pushing doors open. After the buses things were much simpler, but in order to keep things together I needed to stop at Tito's Tacos for an enormous torta, which made everything alright.
The rest of the trip was pretty unremarkable. My only few issues with the plane ride was the multitude of babies in my section of the plane. All of whom I realized were very upset and cranky on planes, but I'm in coach what else can I expect. Another issue was I sat next to a very very fidgety man. During the takeoff process his legs never stopped moving, he was kind of sweating, and rocking back and forth from head in hands to glued back to the seat. My curiosity about his problems were answered after the seat belt light disappeared. Instantly he was out of his seat racing to the bathroom. Once back he only ran back right again. After the second trip he was actually quite chatty. How unfortunate a time to be stricken with diarrhea. Upon the revelation my stomach started to get a little grumpy from Tito's two pound torta, fortunately I made it without awkward incident. I landed and thanks to some very considerate actions I had a quick and easy pick up thanks to Erik Nyre who goes to school in the Cities now. That made life so much simpler.
The time home was amazing. Visiting with family, friends, and even just not doing anything was great. All the while I was stuffed beyond believe while I got my fill on every snack Christmas had to offer. I had a total of 5 Christmases this year. All being spectacular in every way. Especially the desserts. It is weird going home. At first I have this desire to see everyone and do everything. Busy constantly. Once I go there the best thing was just finding some people to be around and just being there. Nothing has to happen but visiting. I am terrible, because whenever I would be "visiting" with whomever I was with at the time and something else would be introduced into my schedule it would usually annoy and frustrate me. Unable to comprehend more running around in my schedule I would complain. Luckily most of the time I went with it and really enjoyed myself.
Thank you everyone for making my time back so special. I am sorry that I did not see as many people as I should have, but please don't be mad at me. I was probably passed out with half a candy kiss cookie hanging from my mouth.
Returning back to Portland sure did seem pretty awful when I was in Wisconsin, but once I got back things are looking better. Hunger returned Wednesday morning, but left because Caitlin got back and started baking again. YESSS! Being home was a great break for the both of us to get away from each other. More trips back home may be in order. :)
Work is fun as always. The only crazy thing was when I was riding my bike home one night. Not ten minutes after my bosses commented on me needing another light on my back in the dark drizzly rain I was attempting to turn left. Sitting in the road all I hear is EEEEEEEEEEEEAAAAARRRCH... and BOINK "WHOOOOOAAA" my bike was shoved forward about a foot. After the shock of the incident I concluded "I was struck by a car!" I walked over to the passenger window and the guy in the red Volvo says "I ammmm soooo soooorrrrryyy!" He really drug out his words. "Thanks for not killing me. :)" was my only response and that was the end of my car accident. Well I now have another bike light and boy is it bright, because I don't need that to happen again. Next time I assume I won't be in the mood to make light hearted comments.
I am happy to be back with living the life in Portland. In shape, good beer, and of course Caitlin hasn't started classes yet so she has cooked for me pretty much every night. AMAZING! Well I don't know what else to say other than enjoy the Midwest with all of your cheese, family and friends. Thanks for a Merry Christams and a happy new year. Keep in touch folks I'm as curious to know what's up with you as anyone is to with me, if not more.
Last next estimated time of arrival in Wisconsin is Ausust for Aunt Jo's wedding be prepared!
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