Rough Days

Some days are really hard, today is one of them. Tomorrow I will have left one month ago. I called home today and for the first time since I have been gone everything seemed normal, everything felt like it had, just without me. All my friends were preparing for the Walking Dead, Krystal was yelling at our brainless dog for being a spazz, it was like I was there, except that when the show was getting ready to start we hung up. They are watching zombies attack the remaining humans and I am sitting on my bed in a nearly empty room eating peanut butter with a spoon straight out of the jar and shoving fist fulls of Cheez-its in my mouth, because they sorta taste like home.

All this is in no way indicative of a greater unhappiness here, or a desire to go home, just of missing my awesome people. I have an incredible group in my Bak’tun 3 mates, but only knowing each other for a month makes it hard to be able to completely reach out and say I am having a rough day, or geez, I get really lonely around 20:00 because everyone has gone to bed and I haven’t slept alone for this long in years. I am sure we will all reach the point where we can share these things with each other, but until then I will continue eating my feels (I would consider killing someone for some chocolate chip cookies and popcorn right now).