I Miss…
Some things that pop into mind that I think fondly of, but don't currently have...
I miss driving. Listening to music possibly too loud while on the way to work. Keeping up with the radio. Just generally controlling my own pace and being able to go beyond the city in which I live. I don't miss having to find parking, though.
I miss thunderstorms. It rains here, but it's that weird, unfulfilling, cold rain. Everyone uses umbrellas they don't need and nearly poke out my eye as we pass on the sidewalk. And thunderstorms are just cool. I love watching it pour rain outside from under a porch roof in the summer. The smell. Lots of things.
I miss hoagies. You just can't get the same thing here. And I want one. Often.
Sigh.
Stuck in Rock City
Liz and I are on our way home for a vacation and visit with family. We haven't had a length of time back east since Christmas, so we've been looking forward to this for quite some time. It'd be a lie to say were haven't been counting down the days for the past two weeks or so.
So you can imagine we were excited to finally be in the air and on our way this morning. We caught a cab at the crack of dawn (or just before ~5:30) this morning and were waiting for takeoff by five after seven. Certainly an early start for both of us. Well, to be accurate a late night for me, since I hadn't (and still as of yet have not) slept. I got a new computer and was otherwise wired, so after packing I played on the computer until the wee hours of cab-time.
The flight was terrible. And that's even before I consider that the flight didn't even take us where we were supposed to go! I'm typing this entry from a terminal in a Detroit waiting to figure out when we'll be back on our way to New Jersey. Sure, there's some prickly weather out there, but it's sunny here as I type this.
This is my first time in Detroit. I must say, Gate B5 is a charming site. And the moving walkway to my right is pretty exciting. All-in-all, there's a lot to see in Detroit even within the fifty foot radius I'm allowed to stay while I wait for boarding updates.
Sigh.
Rumor has it they're getting things together for us. Maybe we *will* eventually get home, after all!
Until next time, Detroit!
I’d Like to Think in Heaven… (#1)
I'd like to think that heaven is the place where your best dreams come true. If you want to sleep all day, you can. If you want to curl up and watch a movie on a cold, rainy day with your girlfriend and eat grilled cheese and tomato soup, you can. If you want to play Hungry Hungry Hippos or Candyland with your Mom and Dad, you can. If you want to meet some famous or amazing person or family member you never met in life and just hang out all day, you can.
You can do whatever you want. It doesn't have to be fancy or perfect. It just has to be comfortable.
Looking back through some old photos of my fabulous friend Leslie's, I realized I've catalogued thoughts like this, before. Case in point: Rockin' 305. From early 2006:
And my comment below it:
Dancin' it up in 305 with a hotdog in my mouth and friends by my side. A duplication of times like this would be a contender on my list of "things that occur with regularity in heaven."
I still believe what I said. And looking through those pictures gave me serious pangs of homesickness.
