Vacation

There was a reason why our family never took really long vacations: we don’t work well together after only a few days together. That and I’ve been away from everything I know for over a week now. This generally isn’t an issue, but I’ve had nothing to cling on to here except for my mother for the first 5 days (and I really don’t care to cling on to her).

Dad and Brian getting here was a welcome relief, but not as much of one as I had hopped. I’m still having to figure out how to work in a foreign country without anyone from my peer group and it’s hard. I suppose in the end, this will all be good for me. But I really just want to go home now.

I’m done walking around, I’m done only being able to utter short words in foreign languages, I’m done playing tourist. I want to go back to a world where I can use my cell phone to talk to people, have access to high speed Internet on a whim, go climbing, go skiing, drive around with no destination for less then $8/gallon.

I want to be able to look at my watch and know that I’m back in my timezone. That when I wake up 9am, the NYSE has already been trading for 1.5 hours.

I have gained a greater appreciation for America. To realize that the rights I have don’t exist anywhere else, even in places like London where the police can search your bags before you board the Underground on a whim.

Update: Cleartext’d