Springfield is Bleeping Cold
Message started on December 20, 2000, in Springfield, Massachusetts, USA
Wow. I suck. I didn't even know that Blog was down! That's what I get for being so slack! Glad you're back, Blog! :)
My body is begging to get back to Sydney! It is frickin' *BLEEP*-ing cold here! It looks great though cause we finally got several inches of snow and everything looks all pretty and it looks as though we'll have that White Christmas after all. Woo-hoo. I can't believe that I have lived through this for 22 years and now I've turned into a complete wuss after living in Australia for one little year. I'm pathetic.
It's been really good catching up with the fam though and all my cousins have grown up so much. The baby of the family is now 3 and is adorable as always. It's really cute because he was all shy around me (I'm a little sad he doesn't really remember me baby-sitting him for 2 years, but he was only 2 when I left!) but by the end of the visit, he had totally warmed up to me and we had to pry him off my leg as I was leaving their house. He got all excited, because he kept pointing to all these pictures of me that my aunt had in frames around the house. So now he knows the girl him mum kept referring to as "that's your cousin in Australia!" :)
My weekend in Boston was both good and sad. It was awesome to see my old Uni again (I'm a sucker for nostalgia) and I was so psyched to catch up with my friends, but, unfortunately, I missed SO many people and didn't even see half the people I thought I would. Things got all messed up because I hate making these hard core plans and I like to go and just see what comes up and keep my options open. That usually works, but in retrospect, I should have tried a little harder to make plans because the next thing I knew, I hadn't gotten a chance to see a bunch of people. I was gonna do the whole "brunch with someone" "lunch with someone", "dinner with someone" thing. But of course it takes longer than a couple hours to catch up on a YEAR with each person...and the weather on Sunday sucked incredibly, so things didn't quite happen. I did go to some parties, so I did see a bunch of people all at once, but I still have about 10 cool friends I missed completely. So, all the friends I missed have been leaving these "What the hell happened"? messages on my answering machine in Springfield so my parents are like, "Jesus! How many people do you know?" I'm going to try to go into Boston again to try to see more people, but I'm still not gonna have to get to everyone. I think they should just visit me in Sydney!
Actually, I'm excited because two friends of mine from BU might come visit me in February. We all met and became friends in Sydney in '98 so that would be awesome if they came.
What's good is that I'm slowly becoming immune to my family's guilttrips about me going back to Australia, and I just stare at my aunts in amazement when they talk about how I should have a serious boyfriend or be engaged or whatever. I'm 23! TWENTY-THREE. I'm too young. Engaged? Are they out of their minds? I find it all rather amusing. They just don't understand how much fun it is to be living alone for the first time and that I am in NO WAY getting engaged anytime soon. My parents, on the other hand, would prefer to think that I've never kissed a boy, nevermind get engaged to one. It's pretty funny. I went out to dinner with my parents tonight and this incredibly bold guy who was staring at me at the bar all night actually came over and gave me his number WHILE my parents were there! He must have been drunk because he told me that I had a very nice "entire package." I thought my father was going to deck him. American guys aren't usually THAT bold. Sheesh. As you can see, my ability to attract freaks is universal! Anyway, if my parents knew half the stuff that guys have done and said to me in the past....well, they'd probably be dead by now, which is why I never tell them anything. Sometimes you just have to protect the parentals ;)
My best friend from highschool arrives in Springfield tomorrow and I can't wait to see him! (Hey J, if you're reading this!) He will be brave and has agreed to go gambling with me and my addict parents. God help us all...
I can't believe Christmas isn't that far away. Anyone remember the disgusting gluttony I described about Thanksgiving? Where basically my family just eats all day? Well, that's how Christmas is too. We celebrate it 3 times. My stomach is expanding just thinking about it!
Anyway, everyone back in Oz, enjoy the heat for me! One more week and I'll be back in the sun. Yay! I vow to buy a bikini my first week back!
I've been experiencing some very weird surrealness which I will need to post here. I'll just copy bits of my journal that I wrote last weekend. Boston was WEIRD. Good weird and bad weird. I started to wonder about the whole Boston/Sydney thing. (Should I live here, there, where?) And I started to get scared, like I started thinking maybe the whole Australia thing was just a dream. Did it really happen? Anyway, it's a long story....more about that later, but I'm trying to feel out where "home" is. And yes, once again, Mr. Shay has totally read my mind even though he is 11,000 miles away and is getting ready to make a big move--the whole concept of "Home" is something I've been thinking about for the last year. It's a big thing. To read Shay's thoughts on home, go to Milgram.net. To read my thoughts on home, stay tuned for a song about it I started writing last year....
Sweet dreams, wherever you are.
I'll be drifting off listening to my album of the moment: Parachutes by Coldplay.
