I went to bed frustrated that I spent the evening waiting by my phone for Sam to call when he never did. As a result, I had a less than wonderful dream about our wedding and being completed disempowered without any say in the occasion. Everything was planned, designed, and executed down to the last song being played and no one communicated with me. Because I wasn’t informed of the plans, none of my family or friends were at my wedding and I felt so lost. The subconscious works in mysterious ways. Sam and I will have to establish a more consistent schedule for communicating.
Sam called around 8am when I was walking with Lydia and her host sister to a soccer game. A less than ideal time, I had to ask him to call back which made my sadness grow. After saying goodbye, Sam continued to call back several times which made it obvious how difficult being apart has been for both of us. I tried not to dwell as I was surrounded by many volunteers and I didn’t want to get emotional. I enjoyed the game, looking forward to the next chance I would have to talk to Sam.
I have been incredibly diligent about wearing sunscreen, but I didn’t anticipate braiding my hair while at the soccer game exposing the base of my neck. I left the soccer field with an awkward, uncomfortable, horrible sunburn in a little triangle just under my hairline and above my tank top.
After the soccer game we made our way to a local hotel to eat pizza and use the internet. Obviously unable to enjoy pizza, and happy that I didn’t have to pay for overpriced food, I utilized my friend’s purchases to get on the internet.
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