Sweet Home Chicago

Everyone keeps asking me if it's weird to be home. The answer in short is no. The longer answer is yes. lol. Yesterday was pleasant. I ran into a friend from Jaco going to San Jose with his girlfriend and the 2 hour ride to the airport flew by. On the plane, a very smart little 6 year old girl talked my ear off. Actually, we had a mutual conversation. She quizzed me on some things....I got all the answers right and she gave me a piece of gum as the prize. She sang me a song in Afrikaan and French. She speaks English, French and Spanish. She told me three boys like her at school and gave me dating advice. We talked about all the places we had been in Costa Rica and Nicaragua. She was matter of fact about her trip to Panama. Told me her mom had been to Egypt and she was really impressed with her mom. We exchanged email addresses! Turns out her mom is from Spain and is a professor to keep her visa here. Nice people.

On the second plane a four year old was on his way to China and was commenting on being on a plane. I can't hear you there's something in my ears (ears popping). Then he started going whoaa whoaa whoaaa why is the plane falling? (as it was turning). Needless to say he kept me occupied.

Home still looks like home, minus a few plants and herbs and not knowing where some of my stuff is but for the most part it's home. I would like to cook but have no gas. What to do, what to do? I am going to splurge and go to my favorite taco joint in Chicago. Of which I can't remember the name, EVER, but luckily I remember where it is. I'm glad it's Saturday. I'm going to catch up on work, rifle through all of my things, enjoy my yellow living room and take a cold shower! I'll get around to fixing computer viruses and stuff LATER. :)