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Well, I'm leaving...on a jet plane

Sunday, June 19, 2005

Since people have been asking me back home: Yes, I have gotten my ticket to fly home in July...relax. For the rest of you: Oh, I'm going to be flying back home to Michigan in July for a friend's wedding. My friend, Tina, who comments on this site from time to time is getting married on the 16th of July. I wasn't sure at first whether I would be all that comfortable going or not. Tina and I have a history together and it just seems like it would be a little awkward is all. Don't get me wrong, Tina and I are very close still. She is one of my dearest friends. It's just that there was a point in my life when I thought that Tina and I would end up getting married and it just didn't turn out that way. I just figured watching it happen with somebody else will be a little...I don't know, but I'm happy for her and I WILL be there for her on her special day. What fun!

I can't wait to get back home and see some of my friends. I haven't been home since I left a year ago in March. It's going to be strange seeing everybody again, but I have three weeks to soak it up. The only thing that I'm worried about is that horrible feeling I'm going to have when I leave again. It was so hard the first time around and it took me so long to be okay with it that I feel like it would be better if I just didn't invite that feeling back in. Whatever, I'll burn that bridge when I get there. For now, I'm coming home and having some fun.

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