San Francisco

So I kind of forgot how to crop pictures so I used Microsoft Paint or something to erase the bottom portion of the picture, hence why the bottom is not straight!

I'm leaving tomorrow night. I'm not ready to. Will it really be October or November before I see my family again? That seems impossible. I don't like the sound of it. I love these people, I don't want to be away from them for that long! It feels like a betrayal every time I leave, though it isn't one and I know they don't feel that way about it. They love me enough to let me live my life and choose my own path to happiness, where ever it takes me. I know I'll cry like a baby and so will Mom at the airport. Ugh, goodbyes are so hard and then 14 hours to think, think, think about it all. Then I will be blasted with a new timezone and the shock of summer weather to my system and I will be miserable as I adjust back. It is hard for weeks, sometimes even months to get back in to the swing of my Australian life and then it becomes normal again. It's still hard to be away from my family then, but at least it doesn't feel like a raw, open wound after awhile. My friends in Australia really help with adjusting back, too, as they become my adoptive family while I'm there. It is great to have their friendship and love and support. They are not "convenience friends" as my sister says about some of her friends here. Anyway, it's always hard. It's hard leaving here at first and it's hard leaving my friends in Australia, too. Such is the life of a girl who calls two different places home! (But really when I think about it, how rad is it that I can call two places home?!?)

Anyway, here is a song called San Francisco by Alkaline Trio that is totally appropriate for tomorrow:

Choking on the thought of leaving
Drinking to keep from sobbing
Four PM, four dollar pints
At SFO, the time and price

With all my happiness aborted
The PA painfully starts boarding
I sink deep thirty thousand feet
Into my window seat... electric chair

And I was drinking you goodbye
My heart floats in the bay
From sour home Chicago
I hear it beating far away
There's no telling what I'll do
If I don't return to you

Hopeful thoughts of soon returning
Can't put out my stomach burning
Plastic wings and plastic smiles
And salted peanuts to stretch my mile

Choking on the thought of leaving
Drinking to keep from heaving
Five PM, five dollar pints
Hellbound Airlines, time and price

And I was drinking you goodbye
My heart floats in the bay
From sour home Chicago
I hear it beating far away
There's no telling what I'll do
If I don't return to you

I was drinking you goodbye
My heart floats in the bay
From sour home Chicago
I hear it beating far away
There's no telling what I'll do
If I don't return to you