For a week I've been carrying around $2000 trying to find the bank where I could pay off my credit card that I charged my flight back to the US.
Yesterday I couldn't find the money.
I tore my apartment apart. I have been driving some friends' vehicles (so their tires don't melt into the pavement over the summer) so I searched them thoroughly. No luck.
I had had some laborers in my apartment in the past few days doing minor repairs. "Did they find it?" I wondered. The maid came and cleaned while I was gone... but I saw the money since then, right?
It's safe to say I didn't get much sleep last night. This morning on my drive to work I remembered where I thought it was - raced back home - and found it. Also, after spending hours driving around the city looking for the bank I finally found it and paid off the card.
You'd think I'd feel relieved and happy, but I'm not. Maybe it's because a friend asked a personal question by e-mail and spent a long time writing a reply only to have it disappear for no reason. Maybe it's because my summer classes got on my nerves this week. Maybe it's because I feel like I have no friends; which is somewhat true since those I have here have gone.
Or maybe it's because I expected a summer of sleep but even that has eluded me. Regardless, it is now the weekend and I hope I get into a better mood.
Or maybe it's because I couldn't get this video to post on the blog: It's worth watching.
You will always be a love to me so don't you forget it. Whenever I get blue, I think of you and wish you were home so when you get blue, just think PORK CHOPS. Mom
ReplyDeleteAnd when you come back in Iowa Justin and I can play football with you.
ReplyDelete~Matt
I will bring the homecoming king crown and sash too.
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