I'm sitting in a Barnes and Nobles at the moment, killing some time before heading to the airport. For one, I'm happy the trip is over, and on the other hand, there are so many "issues" waiting for me, I feel like not going at times.
Almost every day that I've been dreading the phone calls I've been receiving from back home. With the exception of a couple, they've been calls announcing some sort of disaster.
Our dog being rushed to the vet, the car overheating, the horses getting sick, the power generator failing to turn, dramatic fights in the family. I mean, what in the world is going on down there? Everything just seemed to break down to ensure peace of mind was never part of my experience.
Like I said, I have no idea why this trip has been so chaotic all around. Maybe there are things I'm failing to do, failing to teach, I don't really know.
