I’m getting on an airplane in about 12 hours to head back home to Maryland. I’m really looking forward to being back home. It’s not that I’m so homesick… It’s different. Sometimes when I’m out here I feel like I’m trapped on a desert island… occasionally there is mega drama and your friends can’t be there to help, but most of the time I just watch the horizon for hours bored out of my mind looking for a passing ship. Sometimes it gets pretty lonely and you wind up talking to the front desk guy for an hour about working the night shift. The “good morning” you get from the lady stocking the free continental breakfast sounds like a choir of angels. It’s amazing how much just a little human interaction can lift your spirits when you’re so far from home. MAN I can’t wait to get back home to the problems of my everyday life and all my friends who give me such a hard time all the time. Being here for a week or more is like living in this tiny plastic bubble. I don’t even think I can explain with any real clarity. I don’t know… I just know I feel more like myself when I’m home. I’m goin’ home….