So the whole coming home process was draining in every sense of the word. Emotionally, I cried far more than I expected and used one too many people as my own personal tissue. Physically, I was exhausted. I had 2 1/2 hours of sleep before my flight home and I didn't sleep at all on the 7 hour flight. Boy howdy, did I try but alas, I could not. Mentally, my thoughts were conflicted and left me either happy and smiling or sad and crying. The most random thought could trigger one or the other. The only good part about coming home and going straight to a graduation party was that my whole family was there so all the questions happened all at once; I'll use any excuse I can get to mention Ireland and my Irish friends!
My daily routine as of the past two days is: waking up, eating breakfast, walking to Wawa with Jess, running some type of errand, and then some nighttime activity. Monday, it was the Phillies game. Tuesday, it was frisbee in Rose Tree park then Dairy Queen. Tonight will probably be sitting around doing nothing...If only I could make a Dunnes run for a roll...
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