SAS Conclusion

So I wrote this little blurb on my laptop while sitting on the floor at a Chicago airport while my flight was delayed—May 15th. Sorry for the INCREDIBLE delay, but I still feel like posting what I wrote:


This sucks.
I just realized that for the first time in the past three and ahalf months, I’m truly alone. I’m all by myself. I’m waiting on the dirty floor of this airport for my flight to take me back to Pittsburgh …back to the place where I was honestly trying to run away from. It looks like hell outside—thunderstorms, lightning, my kind of night I guess. Sure, while on this global journey there were a few times where I’d travel to a store, a movie theater, or an Indian museum by myself; I always hated traveling alone for brief periods of time, but I’d also always make it back to the ship where I’d meet up with familiar faces Not this time. I surprisingly loved being around people all the time, and honestly never got sick of it.

I’m not too sentimental, but I’d be lying if I said that I’m not going to miss the experiences, the countries, the laughs, the ship itself, and the people. I’m going to miss sitting in that global studies class. I already miss the many inside jokes that no one at home will understand. I’m even going to miss getting hit in the stomach with a pillow in the middle of the night in my cabin because I was snoring. I'm going to miss those milkshakes they made for me up on the 7th deck. I’m going to miss the wonderful peanut butter and cheese sandwiches I'd make and ALL of the positive praise (and some jealousy) my friends had for this fantastic sandwich. I’m REALLY going to miss walking off the ship the morning we enter a new country, excited for new adventures; new plans; meet new people; etc.

So yeah. It’s weird. Actually…have you ever had a really awesome dream? I mean, an unbelievable dream. One of those dreams where you know you’re dreaming, and you never want to wake up. Maybe you’re living in a perfect world, where you work at a perfect job and have that perfect house you’ve always wanted. Maybe in your dream you’re kissing that person you’ve always had a crush on, but never had the guts to express your feelings to him/her. Maybe in the dream you’re talking and hanging out with a loved one who passed away years ago. I love those dreams, but the worst part; the part that’s really horrible and depressing is when you wake up and realize that it all wasn’t real. It never happened. It was a dream and you’re back in reality, and reality bites. I’ve honestly just awakened from a 3 ½ month perfect dream…and I have a feeling that reality’s really, really going to suck from now on.



Just thought that I’d share that. Honestly, it’s been a few weeks, and at this point, I just have to deal with it. Sure life’s boring. Sure the summer’s going to suck working a job I dislike, and of course I still miss everybody and miss everything…but there’s nothing I can do about it. Oh well. It’s ok.
I actually feel like writing a lot more. Maybe I’ll try and write some short stories or something if I have free time, but I also feel like making the most out of this summer. So hopefully, my free time will be limited.