home, i’m home, again. i’m so tired. oh, it’s 2:10am, and I was rudely awakened at 6am to pack to leave.
was bored and uncomfortable again on the flight home! what is wrong with me!
strange: an American boy sitting rows back would come up to a row two ahead to stand and talk with another American (their voices are very loud). every time I looked, he would wave. and he would continue waving until I waved back, even if I didn’t wave back for 5 minutes. I quickly learnt to not look. but then out of the corner of my eye I would see he was waving anyway!
he also waved when I walked past his home row to the bathroom, again when I walked back, and again after disembarking, across the baggage carousel.
I hope I never see him again.
I dearly missed Buddhe. he attacked me when I walked in.
and the birds must have laid their eggs, because one was in the nest when we got home, and one is still in it.
Griffith. I don’t want to go, now. i’ve sent for an accommodation application, $191 per week on campus.
but I wouldn’t stay there, just until I found somewhere else. that I could keep a buddha.
I don’t know. i’m sad. but i’m tired.