.::feeling like Dawson's Creek::.
I woke up at 6 o' frigging clock this morning and couldn't get back to sleep for the life of me, so I decided to take our sweet new kayak out on the lake in my pajamas. I'm a nut. It was so nice and peaceful out there this morning...just a family of Canadian geese and me in my boxers. I think they were giving me silly looks. Whatever.
I'm going to Paducah this weekend to see who all is still around. Hopefully I'll get a visit in to Big Dave, Bryan, and all the rest of my bum chums. They are my boys. I've been enjoying A Room With a View by E.M. Forster...it's about a Victorian family in Florence. Sort of makes me feel like I'm there again.
Reliant K is rocking my world.
Oh yeah, and there's a Dawson's Creek marathon on TV today so I'm catching up on everything that has happened since I quit watching that stupid show my junior year of high school. Geez I love SUMMER!
Maybe I'll go get an iced Chai at Muggs and write in my journal for a bit...
If anyone wants a visit from little old me in Paducah this weekend, I'll try my darndest to meet up with you if you email me at daisypunk@hotmail.com and let me know. I'll be back later in June so don't freak out if I can't catch up wiht you this time around. I gots a lots of peeps to catch up wit.

.::BORN IN THE USA::.
I am home.
I mean that in every sense of the word.
I drove into O'Fallon today to celebrate the beauty of America...Irish Cream Mocha Lattes, driving down the Interstate listening to Christian Radio (102.1 the ALIEN is my favorite...it's not of this world..haha), and waving to smiling people as you pass them. I love my country so much. As I browsed the fiction isles of Borders, I became so aware for the first time how lucky I am to live in a place like this. I have never slept as soundly as I have these past two nights being back in my own bed (and it's not just the jet lag). I feel like I have been reborn into a more happy version of my old life...my friends are writing me telling me how excited they are to see me. My sister greeted me at Lambert International with a huge hug and a loving smile. Sisters are so great. Every once in a while I get tears in my eyes when I realize that I am home indefinately. Mom, being the wonderful mom she is, had a dentist appointment for me at 10am today. How like her...I'd been off the plane for barely 48 hours and she was already worried that I might have English cavities (I am proud to say that I checked out fine. They KNEW I'd been flossing! Hahaha...).
It feels so good to walk around the streets of Nashville and have people say "good mornin' miss" and have them give their genuine farmtown smiles. England was great, but I could never live there. America is home.
I just want to say thank you to everyone who kept in such wonderful touch with me while I was gone. You are my heart.