I woke up at 7:45 this morning as my best friend stepped over my sleeping bag to unzip the tent we set up in my parents' backyard last night. "Sorry," she mouthed, but in a way that said, I'm not really sorry about waking you up, you sucker, you convinced me to camp in your parents yard in the rain and now I have to go to work.
I haven't spent a summer without a job in years, and I guess this is what it's like.
I am home: finally, improbably, impermanently. I got back from everywhere the night before last. I have a severely peeling sunburn and no clean socks, but it is good to be back in Alaska, albeit the wrong part. Alaska Airlines just emailed me with the subject, "ELIKA we're ready to go to Fairbanks!" Me too, me too, me too.
Today, when I went to attempt to return something at REI I bought 6 months ago (successful, btw), the woman at the cashier complimented me on my leggings. Then she gave me the lady-outfit-once-over and said, "man, you've got a lot of patterns going on! I love it!" So anyway, I have a new friend and one less expensive sporting good store item, which is something we should all aspire to anyway.
"Do you have, like, a list?" my brother asked me a few weeks ago, after he had been telling me about the Anchorage bucket list he and his friends have to finish before they all leave for college. "Yeah, I need to get a tetanus shot, and close my bank account, and make a dentist appointment, and I want to go to Fairbanks once or twice, and--" "No, like a real list?" "Not really."
For now, it's just nice to be home. Home being a place where I can wear a coat in June and camp out with my best friends at night.
I haven't spent a summer without a job in years, and I guess this is what it's like.
I am home: finally, improbably, impermanently. I got back from everywhere the night before last. I have a severely peeling sunburn and no clean socks, but it is good to be back in Alaska, albeit the wrong part. Alaska Airlines just emailed me with the subject, "ELIKA we're ready to go to Fairbanks!" Me too, me too, me too.
Today, when I went to attempt to return something at REI I bought 6 months ago (successful, btw), the woman at the cashier complimented me on my leggings. Then she gave me the lady-outfit-once-over and said, "man, you've got a lot of patterns going on! I love it!" So anyway, I have a new friend and one less expensive sporting good store item, which is something we should all aspire to anyway.
"Do you have, like, a list?" my brother asked me a few weeks ago, after he had been telling me about the Anchorage bucket list he and his friends have to finish before they all leave for college. "Yeah, I need to get a tetanus shot, and close my bank account, and make a dentist appointment, and I want to go to Fairbanks once or twice, and--" "No, like a real list?" "Not really."
For now, it's just nice to be home. Home being a place where I can wear a coat in June and camp out with my best friends at night.
