Early-twenties angst doesn't sound as good as teen angst, but that doesn't mean it's not there..

Waiting for my groceries to arrive. Delivery groceries is what people do here. So I'm trying it, even though you know... whatever.

Found the swim team here. I started drooling over their workout and their matching UEA caps, I'm so jealous and I miss my team so much. Hadn't realized how deeply ingrained "team" is in my life, or how lame I am, but I'm facing facts.

Feeling a little cranky with this whole situation. Saw The Fighter last night -- it has all these scenes of Massachusetts, awful Boston-Lowell accents and gross dirty Lowellpeople and some shots of that crap theatre in Lexington. But oh how I wanted to be with people from home who love it as much as I do. I miss it! I'm such a home person. I've always thought I could never grow up anywhere besides New England. Besides Massachusetts, even. Maybe it's because I'm so comfortable and used to it... but maybe it's because its just the best. Oh, I don't know. Is this experience only serving to make me appreciate what I already had at home?

It's like, I could fill this blog with how my life and world views have changed and how I'm so cultured and shit, or I could be real. This is a fun sixth month vacation, I don't want to go home at all, but I'm sick of missing home. Sick of being homesick, is that a thing? I don't know. I get aggravated with not being home.

Perhaps better news later xx.