My Boring Country

So the unpacking begins.....ugh.....i hate this with a passion and it doesn't matter where i go, unpacking makes me want to vomit and cry. There's just something super tedious about it and it's really stupid, except for the little surprises you forgot were packed in ie. the dry erase board from Whitney (you are the greatest!!!!!! Jessica, you know what i wrote on it babycakes!!!! tehehe)

Anyway, whoever it was that put a long green and blue lanyard into my bag - um - thank you? Mind you it was pushed into the zipper that had all my bras 'n' things in them, ha! Hope you got a nice surprise whoever you are!

Being home is boring. Nothing to do. It's so crazy thinking about how super fast camp life is and then coming back to .... well....emptiness really, at least that's how it always feels the few weeks after.

Anyway, work has given me some work now so pretty soon everything will be back to it's boring old self again....um, oh yea wait, it's already boring. pffft...

Here, the bread and the vegemite taste like gold, but every other food type is also boring. I declared to our kitchen, in front of my father yesterday that 'i hate this country!!!!'. It was while i opened the pantry only to find a box of 'make it yourself' cinnamon scrolls - the only way you get them here. Oh Cinnabon how i long for thee.....(Justin save me!)....why did i only eat two instead of 500 hahaha....gahhh....

I think it was Shakespeare or Juliet or someone equally as creative and smart that said 'parting is such sweet sorrow'. Indeed. Not so sure about the sweetness of it tho!