I have spent the last 7 days backpacking in the Sierra Nevada range. It was beautiful. Everything about it was beautiful. The landscape, the people, what God is doing. The last week has just been filled with such goodness. (I will probably write about it later)
Today, I was trying to be taught how to windsurf. I was not trying to learn, I was simply trying to hold back tears as I feigned learning. I don't cry too often about missing people, so this struck me as kind of odd. I felt like I wasn't myself, I hated being at the beach in the middle of a deserty California, and I just wanted to be alone and cry since I couldn't be with the people I wanted to be with. So I spent several miserable hours trying to be friendly to all the new people around me and a good learner of windsurfing while I pretended to be wiping sand from my now red eyes.
Well, then I talked to my mommy on the phone for an hour and felt better.
Now, I just want to go home. I want to celebrate living for a full 17 years and start my 18th year off well. Cutting my fingernails, Washing clothes, sleeping in a bed, playing guitar, hugging my pup...all things I'm not sure I can wait several days to do.
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